Under the bridge, a once again
Tranced by the rhythm of a river
Chaos culminated to calm strains
Crucified and paraded in clarity

A push and I pushed deeper to sink
Your eyes lighted with a remedy
A redemption of persisting ache
A depth tucked and hidden in a mast

Unclaimed and reared, purely untainted
An essence delivered by a spirited past
Cocoon to a parameter of perception
A scent delicately brewed in aged truce

Under a bridge in a moment called now
Blocks scented with nitrogen spurred *****
A depart from the swan hypnotic dreams
A renegade of mottos, hollows of morrows

Thy blackest nights and darkest days.

Oh! tis the night of ghostly ways.

Were pumpkins howl with jagged teeth.

As the full moon shines on the cursed reef.

Tis the night of hollows' eve,

who all think and believe.

That fright and fear lay here.

Oh!  how creatures stray on thee blackest night and darkest days.

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