Across cold muddy fields.
Chased the light.
The end in sight.
Of midnight deals.
Are you ready for the storm?
Are you ready for it?
It will come.
Transform the norm into.
A situation of promise.
Grass will grow again.
Trees will bud and fruit.
Nourished from the root.
By the turn of year.
My song will be sung.
The old and young.
Will dance and cheer.
Grins from ear to ear.
As fear will disappear.
Midnight Deals
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