A hush drapes over an endless dark world.
A black window's, as a hollow mirror,
A gaze back-caster. A lone light bulb's buzzing
Dirge. Gloam's end. The asleep lie closemouthed.
The rest keep watch as their eyes burn-lost
royals, hunched over, with frowns gracing crowns.
A love. Long quiet enchants whom sees now
Their kingdom resting beyond sleepless nights.
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