A peacefullness erects from the Eleven starts that protect
the sanity and virtue
and hills rolling 'way
darkness enfolds while the moon sets aglow a
stillness in the quiet profoundness unfolds
all across the settlement below.
Yet up it reaches, and reaches quite high
quite up high in the sky
as darkness is fire and brisk is the air
the gloom is anything but placid or fair.
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