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The sun set late, in the twilight sky
Stars twinkled softly, as clouds drifted by

I set my sights high, it was about to begin
The gathering of those, from dear Planet Nin

They came in the dark, when no one could see
Blending with the night, inconspicuously

Silently landing, not an inkling of din
Those three eyed creatures, were about to begin

Their ritual, for which I was privy to
The time had come, I knew what to do

Channeling my thoughts, I felt quite drained
As into their covey, I was ordained

Never again to be on my beloved Earth
It was for the better, my own rebirth

No longer buried, in my own chagrin
A new life awaited, on dear Planet Nin


May Writing Prompt:  The night of nin – Day 22/31

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