The howling, thundering, brutal, bold night,
trecherously falling to sleigh sunbeams,
molests, with each arctic breeze, sound and sight,
morphing them into crude,sinister fiends.
The morose, melancholy, morbid moon,
slithering through hazy, gusty, dark fog,
does swim and drown and resurface again,
in a ballet that weaves through the cold smog.
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