In The Skeleton Night
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In the skeleton night,
Taxis loaded with
Drunken, spectral strangers
Drive solemnly along
Quiet, dimly lit streets.
No lovers can be seen embracing
And basking in the soft neon glow.
It's as though there's a plague.
It will soon be dawn
And the bruised, purple skies
Throb with stark meaning.
Perhaps someone somewhere
Is planning a murder
Or starting up a strange cult;
Between the coming dawn,
And this skeleton night.
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