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The Fireflies In darkest folds of Even’s shade I pause, the flickers catch my eye— Their golden twinkles flash—then fade. Like faeries dancing in the sky Or sprites in playful reverie Such are the flares I secret spy. A pygmy spark on wing I see, Then all is dark—a wink of light Among a boundless shadow sea. And so will be my passing flight Out from this sullen mortal glade— A fleeting glint in Timeless Night.