The Night Keeps Her Peace
A lonely wayfaring gypsy, the lion seeks to devour, yet the night keeps her peace.
She travels, wandering, searching for those who will hear, giving her heart to those who only have an ear to give in return.
She does not worry, she is not anxious, for she has entered a covenant with her muse. She follows her passion as foam follows wave, and the night will keep her peace.
Her rod, her staff comforts her, a jar her sustenance contains, but the night, the night keeps her peace.
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