When great beasts descend to sleep
Night lumbers over all and wakes.
On high sits white cold mother moon,
Goddess of moths -- they swarm
Worshipful. Unblinking eyes,
Lids torn off in a crime
Named Justice stare, unwavering,
at a black lake. Rare
Diamonds peregrinate, defiant glints,
Across its surface signal,
Beware: in the jail
Of mute, broken shadows
Which fled the razor-edged shore
You may be seen
As you are beheld.
Your scream, heard by his mind alone
Will outlive you.
Starless black, remorseless, your barren home
He takes, leaving you
unable to escape walls that never warm.
Pity from the victim
Meets steel thorns of gloating mirth.
Glares from hate's faces taunt
You with an adamant northern waste,
Where wind bent pines
Mock sanctuary, a dry, empty enemy's place.
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