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The royal light of night time.
Venus will open her eyes.
She will bleed this stolen pen,
Across the sad November skies.
There is nothing left to stand in her way.
Hold steady now child.
You have but one verse left to say.
Cut your veins to sate your quill.
Don't let your tears dampen your will.
With the fall of winter,
Your light too will fade to gray.
Rest easy weary traveler,
Take here shelter from the fray.
Fix you're eyes upon the page ahead.
Fight the urge to stumble on things unsaid.
Let your focus slowly fade.
As the whispering wind sings to you this serenade:
"long enough your soul did roam. it is time now for you to come home."