a song at eve
the severing of sight
the ceasing of light
what beholds in
the folds of night
the awe in
gentle fear gazing far
into reaches beyond
any hallowed star
the chaos eternal
in boundless dark
the cold chill
raising hairs in
gentle fear
the kiss of fright
pounding of chest
shaking of heart
loss of movement
and of thought
surrendering to
the fallen stars
within the folds
of the night
in absence of breath
in absence of light
this gentle fear
holding you near
for to it
you are ever so dear
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