come by starlight
by whispered word
don’t believe the lies
darkness of night
has long been thought a paradox
travel south
to the side of a mountain
where morning sun enters
follow windblown seeds
let the wicked be a ransom
ask the scarlet peacock
that struts there every evening
its tales are endless
whole kingdoms
you’ll find no doors
at the cinnabar caves
even tyrants rest
only their deeds to wake them
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