Stealthily through the night
He moved,
This creature out of sight.
Slithering across the threshold
Of an unchartered ruin.
A whiff of cool air,
Tempered with the kiss
Of Lady Lune
His bodily warmth
Was compelled by
The nearing charm
Of a swamp.
Gazing up
Beyond the peaks and valleys,
He viewed a resemblance uncanny.
For the symbol of Yin and Yang
Was replaced
By that of the stars and dunes.
With a raised brow
And a curious look,
He jotted down the scene
In his porous book.
The varying dimensions
Of the memory
Could possibly decipher
All that it could mean.
A witness and part
He must bear
To stop this dance
To the Other's tune.
Alas! to claim victory
He must tear
The Teardrop of the Amethyst Hare
Away from the Other's lair.
The bloodlust overwhelms him
Nomore.
It is freedom
That he craves,
From this jungle
Dark and deep.
To be among his own
Who often
Gently weep.
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