I can not comprehend;
His whispering in bleakness falls.
I can only see shadows,
playing with the moon.
the wind hums,
a lullaby from a distant light.
And then, He sings a song
of love and devotion;
it lingers deep.
But I can not fathom his heart;
its depth unknown.
immeasurable.
He whispers again,
upon the rising of the full moon.
Then he makes a vow to never depart
though shadows abound.
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