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crowned with darkness
she sits as harmless
in cradle likeness.

There are slumbering flowers
and their falling petals...velvets proper

There is the silent luna
and her faithful lodestar...calling master!

These are weary infants
of careless monsters
needing shelter...

Nebo is my mother
one like no other
strong and so tender

she feeds those flowers
she feeds that lodestar
she feeds night hunger...

And when the dark frightens
like the rain lightenings
she rocks them gently
and sing us lullabies...