Sweet silence from
The once brutal lamb
And the devil clamouring

To get over the wall
Past the growing heap
Of decaying dreams

No more monotonous counting
Of bloodied sheep
Or denial of peaceful sleep

Just the restless mounting
Of sunshine
Against the backdrop
Of dark

Where the smallest spark
Burns brightly
And laughter once again

Sprinkles ever so lightly
For no real reason
At all

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