Poem by mythopoet

Title: Spartan night

It is a silent night,
When the moon had slept,
And the stars in the sky,
Die off like an ancient accent


It is a fairy night,
So dark, and voiceless
That I saw nobody, but myself
In the dark, at night


I cried out loudly
And my mouth widely
Like a morning roses
Opening its mouth in the raining season


It is a silent night
When all the hearts had slept
And all the souls , beneath
The roof, dreaming

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