The Midsummer Night's Dream

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
On the eve of war, in the calm night
Do we see more in the last twilight
Than we saw before, each moving cloud
Drives quickly west, chasing the dying sun
Will we now rest, or has it begun
The fireflies list, the silence is loud
They dance, sun-kissed, to another song
We remember again what we knew all along
The fire rages then, in a distant town
Is it only there, or does the sun also set
On Franklin's chair, into inkblack and yet
A nigh-invisible sight, vying for the crown
The hosts of the night make final sobornost
Blink, blink, blink, blink, tallying the cost
With the blue light sink the last of the Sidhe
And dark prevails, but for the unreal city
The fireflies the tears of the sun's own pity
But the purple sears falsehood into all we see
Which is not far, for what good is foresight
On the eve of war, in the calm night?

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