The tranquiliy of the cool night,
Veiled in the glorious moonlight,
Was such a great delight,
As I stared at the enchanting sight.

Pitch black with various hues,
Looked like a magical potion brew.
A dulcet elixir to the eye,
It was the most beautiful thing
and yet not a lie.

Lying under the brilliant stars,
It made me realise how small we are.
Small yet violent we are,
Fighting amongst our little world,
and creating eternal scars.
Scars that will never dissolve,
Scars from wars that will never resolve.

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