Just some poetry

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Nightscape

Stolid purple, golden hued --
In richness and in grace, imbued
With eternal light.
Trees in moonlight, midnight past:
Like old memory fading fast,
Etched in black and white.

Dimly flaming dungeon path,
Monochrome in aftermath.
Might, unsatiated.
Flashing red, the battle cry
Slashes silver -- one last try!
Flesh, unsaturated.
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Yet again, we died; and yet again, we refused to grow up.