Ooh this night, dark and silent
Not even the crack of a crescent
Or the stir of a dull cricket
Like one from the poles sent
Though walls look thick and cold
They feel better to hug and hold
If only they can fill the void
Till dawn this darkness fold
When the soul meets its fate
Out of numerous bites on wrong bait
Now mile off the grid
On the spot it’ll bleed
Till it stops, cold and dead
Maybe a homeless she soul will shoot by
Like the magical meteors lights the sky
Or even a dim twilight fly
Just spark to light the way
By the passing of every minute
The groan grows faint
Soon the soul will fall silent
When the last breath is spent
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