At The Top Of The Hill

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A star shone and the golden moon
Outlined the hills against the sky.
Black figures silhouetted as they passed
Against the moon on high



A thousand pictures in the clouds
Supplied a soft bed for their celestial star
The sky in fronds of black, gold and grey
Observable from near and far.

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That night, the curtains stayed ajar
Light dimmed down to feel the golden sway
As we transfixed in time, beheld
The moment 'ere the moon slipped away.