Twenty Four Hours

I vanquished them last night,

or so I thought,

at half past midnight,

as they lay there, slain.

Then, entranced by the moon

over the transom,

I descended into a dark,

dreamless abyss.

An abysmal illusion

of momentary peace,

shattered at the break of dawn,

when each of the slain twenty-four,

stood erect, reliving their demise

once more.

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