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Mar 2012
The sun don't shine no more
but the moon still glows
and the twilight may never come to end.

A wolf in sheeps cloth
will never know what it is to earn their feast.

The lioness with her cub
in cave, and hiding
she protects with life.
Her radiance is eternal in this everlasting slumber.

What Nocturna says to the beast that prey
and the prey that p(b)leed
she says don't sleep
fear, tremble, rage, and howl
most of all howl
but do not sleep.
P S Bravo
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