The gibbous moon is glowing
like gilt along the edge
of a covenant bestowing
me the grit to break my pledge
the clouds are growing darker
than the depths of Hades' realm
for when he calls his marker
the debt will overwhelm;
each stellar speck gets dimmer
as the plot starts taking shape
a faint but potent glimmer
of the fate I won't escape
unless I finally slumber
till the blessed warmth of dawn
when envies that encumber
melt like frost upon the lawn.
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