When the crimson coin
Descends beneath the sky
An icy wave evaporates
Into the heavens,
Rousing a million distant fireflies
From peaceful slumber.
When our guiding candle
Is quietly extinguished
A fairy glitters in the windows,
Painting them every shade
Of burgundy and amber.
Shadows yawn and rub their eyes,
An owl whispers lullabies,
A child wishes sweet “goodnight,”
And sleeps quietly till dawn.
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