Letters of disguise
Plunged in silence
Arcane voices
They love tremors
Aging echoes
But brave their valleys
Odd end faces
They spell gloom
Paper games
Pay of kind
Warping freedom
Many hamlets ahead
Grey luck wishes prime
Glacious hopes
They garner heights
Time to spin past
Needle waves
Contempt of wisdom
Attuned to nights
A raving tunnel
Enough of vision
Now need a mission
Wave a wind
And weave your winters
Tropes at last
Beneath this cloud
Only autumn sighs
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