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Dawn breaks,
And the pieces fall to earth
In a bloodstained rainbow
That the souls of men cannot comprehend.
He speaks to me...
The dragon rises from the dark,
Mournful cry quivering
On the edge of being.
I walk blind through the day,
The whispers of fate screaming,
And wish...

Dreams defy me.
Sleepless night,
With the rain washing the earth clean,
The tears of the moon
Bringing redemption.
Thunder is my pounding heart,
Lightning my sight.
I see...
I cry with the moon,
Raise the song of mourning
For the dying world.
Evermore...
Nevermore...

The darkness is my light,
The day my night.
The roaring, predatory world
Quiets, and then all is clear.

All is nothing.
Nothingness is all.

I'm not sure what all this means; I wrote what came to me. But it alludes, in parts, to my poems of the dragon and the moon, and my late-night poem. I can't find them anywhere; they're probably buried in a corner of my drawer.