Distant mountains before the eye,
The darkness lingers, the night wakes.
Stone in gray? and black shards
lean against moon-white clouds.
The cairn as soot-grey? shadows,
irregular green, ocher moss dress.
The night protects, the dark secures
until the joy smoulders faintly.
The hearth is lit, glows, burns,
angry flames, birdsong.
Chaos driven sparks are sent,
witness hysteria and betrayal

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