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Ebon Ballet

Distant through darkness,


bathed in fallen night,
ghostly aspects flounce,
lifting shadows
over mountains of moonlight.

Pouncing upon air


vacantly in ebon shroud.
Eyes prance mimicking
fleeting shapes
Haunting notes read aloud.

I witnessed
'til the sun bode them to flee.
Through the darkness,
through the dim,
as they danced their dance for me.

M.G. Alves, Jr.

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