Mischief wanted more
Than to play hidden
Within lunar cycles
It bled through night’s seams
With the presence
Of a thousand snakes
Announced itself
In the portent of a lone wolf’s howl
And provoked
The sun’s entanglement
From nurturing
The pure and innocent things
Mischief
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It’s always looking for a way to make us stumble
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