Night-Clad
E
Emmanuel George Cefai
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I
Night-clad
night-clad in the robes
spare and light
that the Muse gave
me
when the red dusk brazen
red
with his eyes of pining
lust
made love-looks to my sweet
Muse
in this dressing magic
I
feel the spells
I feel the mists
I
I sing as
the nightingales
I that sing
of peace not war
I
that sing
of people's power
I
that sing
of whittling down
Institution laws to
where
individual humans wait
to receive what after all
be their birth right to this day!
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