A strange devilment,
Asked me to contemplate,
Walking through the night.
A chance to see,
All that was visible,
Unto pilgrims of old.
That which had guided them,
The heavens and their mystery,
Thousands of souls before.
I never imagined,
That the celestial skies,
Were so busy at night.
Without the glare,
Of neon and sulphur lamps,
An enchanting blanket I beheld.
As powerful magic,
My heart was left in awe,
At this spectacular arena.
Cosmic energy beheld,
I felt humbled, and so tiny,
In the presence of beauty.
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