In the midst of a twilight shift
Runs another creative urge
Leaving marks truly gruesome
On a brink of boredom
Circling around powerful rites
Nice and tender
Yet so fragile
Leaving unfinished vibes
Verge on readers
Who too are seekers
Of merry creatures
Behind mansions
Where Masters carve figures
Canvasses speak of days gone by
When tired warriors tried
Save the world from mankind
Run miles
Where spirits crowd highways
Timing roaring tides
Unfinished by another Writer's pen
Still restless like a moaning wish..

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