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The Cycle

Waiting.
The night becomes morn
Lightens the pretty world
I would stop it if I could
No! Let the darkness remain!
Perhaps my Prince is on his way
A few hours or less, is all he needs
To find his way to my shore

But light has made hope vanish
With the passing of another night
and the world is awakening
I sit, stunned
Another night, another day
The endless circle of hope and disappointment
My head falls into my hands
and I weep
Internally, I am torn

The day seeps on
and I move with the grace of the undead
Face pale, my eyes still hopeful
That the next night will yield a surprise
That all my hopes have not been in vain

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