Uneasily shift the guards before the gate.
Tonight, they stand a lonely watch, and cold.
In silent dark, they shall eight hours wait;
Protect the wall, and all it doth enfold.

Within the town, the lights by turns wink out;
Each pool of glow becomes a well of gloom.
The stars might shine for those few still about,
But greedy clouds, the light they give consume.

The moon is young, too new to pierce the haze;
Without her beams, mere eyes cannot compete.
The dripping shadows fill the urban maze,
And at the gates, their stifling fluids meet.

Thus dark and silent falls the dead of night
When morning lifts, we'll see what lost the fight.

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