Golden flakes of sunshine before harvest time have grown
into the fields of golden oceans swaying outside my window.
And as night awakens, the gentle blushing of the leaves
spread like a forest fire through the cheeks of the trees
But a silver haze of mist descends into the night
It hides behind it the radiance of moonlight.
A shrowed of shadow creeps into my heart
as the blood thirsty wolves try to tear me apart.
The night is long but Orion with his bow
slays the doubt and fear, he defeats every foe.
I then behold the Hunter as he shines up in the skies
that I find extend forever in the depths of your eyes.
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