Bad dreams at night, during the cold calmness.
Laying in black, figures run around in the shadows.
Whispering voices of woe.
Shades of grey form a cacophony of vibrant cries, cutting through the still darkness with an assassins blade.
Cries of wolves, in the misty moon bathed night.
Screams of falling stars, and the wails of breaking waves caress the city daybreak.
Walking the frosty city streets, lost and so alone, the sun breaks the horizon.
Starstruck, starlit city landscape escapes my outstretched hand.
And as the wind gently sighs, the city calmly rests. Our breaths combined, we walk into the city's skyline.
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