As burning rays of light descend
Behind exhausted oaks,
The Night ignites her whisper as
The Moon prepares to coax.
They threaten seeping darkness as
We flee the quickening gate;
Increasing speed toward light we dash,
Determined to shun fate.
Ahead we spy a sphere engorged
With incandescent light,
Though at our tails the shadows slink
Achieving Mogul’s plight.
Eyes fixed ahead, we flee Night’s grasp,
She clasps her claws in vain.
At last, we tower affably
Immersed in bright terrain.
(Original 2012, Edit 2013)
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