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The Plague of Night
The soft murmurs of the trees drift
along the rumbling of the hungry river.
The synchronized beat of the cicadas
Guides the leaves to the embracing ground.
The song of calmness dances softly.
But enjoyment is ephemeral.
The landscape fades into a shabby ambience.
An impending plague wraps tightly around all creatures.
No soul escapes its abysmal hugs
But they all hide beneath the warmth of ignorance
The liveliness of smiling dreams.
Their minds drunk with the gilded honey
Unaware of the harm that inflicts the Earth.
The traitors of nature feed the maladroit metal imps
Vicious pariahs of the underworld.
The amoral imps and demons chomp into the green souls
The roots of colossal empires crumble after years of reign.
There is no escape. No place to hide. No hugs to save them.
No wall can stop the creeping legs of the plague.
Every day, the plague of the night descends
And the massacre begins.
