Laughter,
in the distance
Sounds of night,
nearby.
Firewood,
crackling,
in the winter wind.
Somewhere,
an infant hungry.
Somewhere,
a life rescind.
Unhand me
, daemons abound,
playing without
so much as a cheer.
little by little
the fading sound.
Final notes,
a harmony,
with a thousand beats.
The ogre,
he warns us
and the mind
it cheats.
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