Poetry

Who

Who is it,
that shrieks in the winter night,
Who is it,
that sings a paen lamenting the death,
Of a blissful and acryllic sight,
Who is it,
that dances a satanic dance of magic,
Blacker than the hidden stars,
Who is it,
That wakes me,
On this bitter winter night.

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