simonhlilly

THEY FLEE

moonlit cool
light edges foam
a small rain.

pray for forebearance
and mercy
and an end to
the rage firing
the city worlds.

there is no
righteousness
does not belong
to the devils.

do right, do right,
despite the weight
of it, despite the
spite of others.

let each breathe
cool in moonlit nights
and bless the light
within darkness.

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