Dead Eye

It is night

And the stars are hidden

Under a blanket of magical mist

Shown white against the colorless sky

It is night

The time of the forbidden

And bad thoughts grow in a list

And I may only ask someone why

It is night

And I look to the one, with whom I am smitten

And it answers me, despite the rift

And I call it the sky's Dead Eye

It is night

And I ask only the questions that sicken

Until closer to the sun it drifts

Oh the magnificent Dead Eye

The End

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