gazelle

once there was a light
playing through the pane

dancing on the wood
bouncing off the rain

in crept a shadow
and brought it’s army night

took beams from their mothers
and raped rays for spite

now roars the darkness
her black and flowing mane

once there was a light
playing through the pane

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