A faery ring encircles the silver orb
hanging in a jewel-filled sky
The dark clouds drift, dream-like
with diamonds peaking through
Empty, claw-like branches reach their
fingers towards the sky, grasping at the
cold beauty above, yearning for a
drop
The night is silent, cold, stark.
not even a whisper, a breath of wind
Festival fires burning bright
on
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