Darkness looms wrapping its blackness tight,
The bright green leaves disappear and vanish,
Abyss becomes real and the ground is black,
Light becomes history, with black varnish,
Warm soils feeling becomes apparent,
The cold draws it's cloak around ones neck,
True blindness becomes a ghost aberrant,
Earth becomes like empty space just pitch black,
But we have the moon that shines its far skin,
Silver light shimmering across the land,
We must be silent not to wake the Gwyn,
The care of no sound is due to moons hand,
Glowing eyes of the invisible,
Panther black sits in dark still permissible.

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