As I am standing so stupefied here
Motionless, with the cold nipping so near
A moon in the horizon which I peer
Eyes full, not displaying too much known fear
Then when it draws me in at its own glance
Untold, it stretches, how far it degrades
A bloody glow in the air holds a trance
The sky, afraid of this whole masquerade
And the wisps of clouds trip over themselves
For it is trampling my poor starched vigor
And stomping my emotions to no health
It pulls my consciousness from my figure
The red beast who holds such a tangled smile
Curls a mystery around me in bile
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