A bitter moon rises tonight,
beckoning the wolf's howl, gently!
Darkness imitating cold sight;
Smiling at fading sunshine, falsely.
Swaying through desolate spiral paths,
Whistling at passers-by, lost in thought.
The velvet mask falls, swaying still spirit.
Predatory shadows veer ground-ward.
Leering at the awkward pubescent acacia,
Raging winds sing, pretenders of a new Gaia!
Mirrors lie, no more, reflections are predatory,
Sullen and sober, the truth shines solitary.
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