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Description
    The Game, at last, has ended
As the darkening whispers of the sky have forewarned.

[Whispers…]

Always, beneath the butterflies,
     A fear has lain,
  Dark and Secret.

        Metronome; beating time through us,
Measuring endurance, awaiting the Dusk…

            And here, it seems, it lies.
Our time has passed,
  The last grain fallen,
           The sand along the bottom.

The world has ceased its spinning,
    I see as I am
      (But has the dancing stopped?)

In the distance, stinging laughter
                             (sweetness unbecoming)
        ringing true of poison.

It tells me – yes. At last the game has ended. But no winner was declared.

         Though the Butterflies tell me it was you

Description
    The Game, at last, has ended
As the darkening whispers of the sky have forewarned.

[Whispers…]

Always, beneath the butterflies,
     A fear has lain,
  Dark and Secret.

        Metronome; beating time through us,
Measuring endurance, awaiting the Dusk…

            And here, it seems, it lies.
Our time has passed,
  The last grain fallen,
           The sand along the bottom.

The world has ceased its spinning,
    I see as I am
      (But has the dancing stopped?)

In the distance, stinging laughter
                             (sweetness unbecoming)
        ringing true of poison.

It tells me – yes. At last the game has ended. But no winner was declared.

         Though the Butterflies tell me it was you