paranoia trapped my id;
embraced in ghostly chill,
each gait was dragged with fear.
At a sudden glimpse I noticed
the other humbled souls:
ennui, pallor and dying,
craving for toxic venom.
Even unfortunate Luna
was not spared from tragic fate:
like a tarnished pearl - discarded,
in solitude, she remained;
likewise heed the plight
of all the weeping stars:
revive their vanished luster,
rescue the evening sprites.
… united with the clamor
of these mourning souls
we traced the road that vows
eternal liberation;
but in desperate search
for lucent signs,
morose tracks still haunted:
brutal cavilers hounded...
eerie creatures crawled
old cobblestone pavements…
With evident inopportune,
sanctuary, we yearned.
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