◄↔The Night↔►

The wind blows a whistle
Stars shimmer as a drizzle

 The boaty cloud high and proud
Covers the moon in a shroud

 Yet the silver finds a way 
Through the breaches in the sway

 Somewhere far the owl hoots
While a kid reads bout mystery and loots

 Then comes calling a lofty dream
To take you away or make you scream

 Magic and wizards run abode
Here's where the great and mighty trode

 Where the greatest of ideas poured from
Always a hope whatever may come

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