independent poem-2, Hoshi




The hundred Night parade



Mid-summer is the season
 For the hundred night parade
Azure colored Will- o’-wisp
Flicker under the night sky
Creatures of all manners awake
 From their deep slumber
They have waited for this day.
The drums sound, beckoning
That the time is near
So in neat lines they Fall
Nurarhiyon rises from the sea
He puts on a crimson robe
Lights his pipe, and declares
‘The Night parade shall now begin’




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