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dreams laid on bed nightmares on gown
as misty cloud steals into crystal ball
the day hides in its hide as forms bore shape
none thread her mill as silence reign
in silence awaiting the glorious call!
In this hour shadows stood on hill as the wind waft his heel
the priestly hooter foretells woes as her child slips away
like a bereaved mother, garment drown in dew
alas! Evil spins its web,
nocturnal guest seek asylum as the heralding cock
announces the call of his king.
written by Davington Johnbull
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