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A choir of angels perched up high, dazed by searing waves of light
their moonlit feathers scorched black as they toppled from the sky.
they blazed through the night as radiant beams of red and blue
as were the haunting visions of a boy that spent his twilight stricken by the moon.
As the doves flew in with their golden tint bleeding through this silenced night
each feather singed by that cruel light now floats in daytime's sea
but all which swam and sung, in much delight, now rains,
and smites, in burning fury, all who wished and lived ungratefully.