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There was no bewitching of the hour
Midnight settled plainly
With pursed lips
Keeping secrets alive
Calmly awaiting morning
A magnificent host to calamity kept caged during the sun’s shine

Essence would fill the dark
Would give loosed demons special presence
Hold itself close
Become a dungeon
Let untold stories parade themselves
Kick up disappointment
Dance in its dust
Hoop and holler until weary
Alive but overcome

The dark would hold close
Calmly awaiting morning
To concede to the sun
To cage chaos
To exhale
Again

— enigma