Their majesty, simply so far away.
But still intriguing to my weary eyes,
These glimm'ring things exalt life to this day.
The sky looms overhead as a disease,
Mountains engulf the sun; it fades to black.
I sit here and I wait, my soul appeased,
Though happiness, this place, it seems to lack.
Across the darkened land they flicker on,
The wind is calm and everything lies still.
All sense of any puissance now gone;
A crispness in the air; a subtle chill.
I watch 'til morning comes and day's renewed,
Enthralled by wondrous chaos in my view.
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