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// Chapter Twelve 
// Story: Against the night 
// by Senorita-De-La-Nieve 
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Ask not, the sun, why she sets,
Why she shrouds her light away
Or why she hides her golden gaze
When night turns crimson gold to grey

Silent, falls the guilty sun
As day to dark does turn
One simple truth she dare not speak
Her light can only blind and burn

No mercy for the guilty
Bring down their lying sun
Blood, so silver, black by night
Upon their faces, palest white

Cruel moon bring the end
The dawn will never rise again.
The night time moon, quick to ascend
No more sun, she can’t contend

Stars will light the traveler's path
Before the sun may share her wrath
Time has come to soothe thy pain
The dawn will never rise again