When They Align

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The lights are so bright tonight, they pierce the sky and mirror on salty pools in our atmosphere, the tears of a religion

Saturn and Mars, violet and blood, over-line, meeting together on an infinite blanket, daring for collision

Photons crashing with the night, befriending the stars and sliding across the sweeping

Moon's crescent, ashed and shadowed with the scars of the millennium, dancers leaping

Flying across a sunless sky, cold with the wind-swept cinders, smoking the remnants of all that is broken

Never meant to meet again, the memories hidden beneath dark tree roots, behind the webbed rays of lamplight, forever unspoken

Of all you have been told, for when the night meets again,

The ungodly monsters will be woken 

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