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Vivid violet resists the night
fills the clouds and shapes the light,
lilac-scents the rain-drenched air
as darkness falls - and attains its height.
Attendant winds brush the sky bare
of these Tyrian silks, though strewn with care
by the lunar handmaiden, lambent twilight,
as the first moon rises, full and fair.
For Excalibur.
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