Unto the Grave
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O radiant moon, rise now,
and cast the light for which I yearn.
Break the silence of this quiet night,
and let your lonely melody return
to echo through every valley and depth,
then rise again to the heart of Heaven.
Behold, a pair of watchful eyes
peeking through the heavy clouds;
their shine carries the trembling stars
to the dancing fireflies,
harmonising with the rhythmic chorus
of chirping crickets.
I embrace gratitude
for each precious breath You've bestowed,
a treasure I'll clutch tenderly
until my final rest.
Inner Voice:
A midnight prayer; a promise to keep.
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