Ask the Night


Fairwell thous setting sun
sinking into blazing glory.
Mark the days you have made
and your never ending story.
Across the velvet starry skies
that sit on the eve aglow,
the pale moon will soon arise
and shine on dreamers below.
Cast not on realms of fearsome nightmares.
your silvery softened beams.
Protect them all from fear and snares,
but on sweetest dreams.
First with fire hen with ice
keeping those with memories sweep
beneath the dark, none pay the price
and in slumber deep.
but

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