Torch Glow

Torch Glow

Twilight pulse echoes
Across empty meadows
And camps beneath weeping willows.

While far away, a man with a bow
Can’t silence his torch’s glow
Under an ancient moon’s woe.

It was replaced with pale shown
Through a slender thicket floe,
From his out of body into the know.

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