The unrestrained clamour
has called the feast of broken dolls
in requisition.
The confused slaves of darkness
uselessly dance away in thirst
of wickedness and joy.
Alas,the night ends,
in poisonous mist of destruction,
before it joins the eternity,
in the confluence of a glance and a mirror.
Alas,the day comes to witness,
the silence of man's sense,
with a bitter farewell kiss,
on the dizzy lips of night.
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