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The sun, it shines.
A golden light, and so all is not lost.
Yet much runs in blood, the midnight streets,
lost for a cry of fear, a sweet disorder.
Like a ghost to my bed, it stands alone.
quivering peals of an echoing song,
a shadow of hate.
masked faces, blurred faces, they burn in bitter fashion.
Yet the sun, it shines.
and so all is not lost.
A golden light, and so all is not lost.
Yet much runs in blood, the midnight streets,
lost for a cry of fear, a sweet disorder.
Like a ghost to my bed, it stands alone.
quivering peals of an echoing song,
a shadow of hate.
masked faces, blurred faces, they burn in bitter fashion.
Yet the sun, it shines.
and so all is not lost.
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Nice one! "quivvering peals" oh dear, I think a certain sea-dweller slipped into your poem there ;')