All whiskers
of night skies
Prowl stealthily
Shaping beauty to my dreams
My birthplace -
A spell in the dark
What an eye give back to half moon
I could give multiple
by my sweet dreams
All pawing
in the air
Graze upon the dark spaces
Munching shades of the gloom
My right -
A surfeit to my satiety
What fear can do with death
I can swish sword
An Excalibur to my sovereignty
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