Nigh to You

Oh, how I long

To silence you

A deceitful throng

In full view

The prince of the air

No one escapes

Bounded by glare

Vague twisted shapes

Duped by awe

Trapped in time

Absent law

Tither’s no crime

Unable to run

Fain to hide

Past is begun

No way inside

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