The vague morning dark,
Barely upending the light,
Dimming to a dull roar,
Quite, yet seemingly bright,
The day will wage on,
Fighting 'til it's might is lost,
Barriers flee from it's rage,
But it's friends are it's only cost,
The solitude of many men,
Barricades it's lonely marsh,
It's own isolation bleak,
The pain is quiet harsh,
The timid months asleep,
Awaiting their wake from this slumber,
Yet it forgot it's dream,
But it would soon remember.
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