Spears
Falling twisting
In the blue light,
the shafts of night.
Rotating in elegance.
Carefree in flight.
Spears in the sky,
needles.
Licks of flame.
Pouring down pain
in the vaults of the night.
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Spears
Falling twisting In the blue light, the shafts of night. Rotating in elegance. Carefree in flight. Spears in the sky, needles. Licks of flame. Pouring down pain in the vaults of the night. |