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In that dark night, without any fear factor<\/strong> Complex dark magic weaves the ebony sky,<\/strong> No stolen prose marred or marked in this picture <\/strong> <\/p>\n image prompt-8<\/strong><\/p>\n 8th hour<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" In that dark night, without any fear factor A woman sits before a dancing place of crackling fire, She holds a glowing orb in a nighttime, quiet space. The world, deeply silent, untold secrets, Every star revealed under the starry curtains Complex dark magic…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5094,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-133636","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133636","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/5094"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=133636"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133636\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":133658,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/133636\/revisions\/133658"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=133636"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=133636"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=133636"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nA woman sits before a dancing place of crackling fire,<\/strong>
\nShe holds a glowing orb in a nighttime, quiet space.<\/strong>
\nThe world, deeply silent, untold secrets,<\/strong>
\nEvery star revealed under the starry curtains<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nThe heavens were adorned with a fire flies<\/strong>
\nHer presence, ethereal and rare, adds a touch of poise,<\/strong>
\nIn the heart of this silent night, she’s awaiting someone<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAn original lexicon, a poetic concept in all its beauty.<\/strong>
\nAmidst the astral cowl, our narrative elegantly unfurls,<\/strong>
\non this serene cradle of night, the cosmos softly swirls<\/strong><\/p>\n