In the day, torn by a demon proud,
With a smile on lips I lie.
Night, though.. Darling, far away..
Crescent stands above the wood! thank u for this poem. a fine one. tony
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In the day, torn by a demon proud, With a smile on lips I lie. Night, though.. Darling, far away.. Crescent stands above the wood! thank u for this poem. a fine one. tony