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Nightsong

Nightwind and empty promises
    Lead him to the ridge
        Padding through the brittle tears
            The stricken trees have wept...

Summit gained, panoramic view
    Is vast, and still, and lonely-
        Nothing stirs the silent mist
            Which settles far below...

Gazing to the heavens,
    Abyssal star-filled night
        Plucks a chord on heartstrings-
            A melancholy tune...

Softly glowing silver orb
    Glides from tattered shrouds
        To hear the lobo protest:
            A hopeless soul's petition...