shades of golden black, tears of molten steel,
echoes of silence which only frogs can feel,
sucking, hands of hidden slime,
reach out to pull down the timeless
midnight princess, standing exposed
before the eyes of the universe,
praying that all might be forgiven,
as the snake of the beginning,
slithers towards the end,
while gray, invisible wolves,
lie patiently in wait for the scraps
left behind.
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