In deserts where the dawn rose over all
red and grey the anthem of the morning
sworn to protect and guard against wild fangs
out of wastelands we forged as one
together sharp like the falling skies
transcendent as mornings red and dying
left behind by hero’s song
in a landscape alchemical and caught among the stars
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The Light is On 
Lovely morning in the desert.
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