excitement ends and the red sun sets
on a cold day so all is bathed in fire
clean before dark and though all choice is dire
and all our challenges will increase debts
there is still thought that what we see as threats
might in due time turn into something higher
a victory of what we most desire
no matter what there will be no regrets
all chances come to this a chilly plain
marked by detritus of the shattered yoke
so lately broken and the changing tide
has come to cleanse the last of that old stain
making all ready for the morning folk
so that our hope is worthy of their pride
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