Azure skies fade
Street lamps begin to glow.
The stars spark to life
Whispers of the day grow faint --
And he moves.
Crumbling walls,
Remnants of an edifice.
In the waking hours
The shade is a sleeping eye.
When they rest
I peer inside its mind --
Where he moves...
Behind the glass
The light gives away the life.
Questions arise,
My curious compassion --
What is inside?
Silhouette of the fallen,
Nocturnal oddity I prize.

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