Crime and Punishment

		Sunset is the hardest time.
		The day's demise is also mine.
		There is no solace I can find.

		Darkness pulls me to the grave
		of someone loved I couldn't save,
		or was it someone that I slew

		by keeping hidden what I knew.
		Forbidden pleasures bid adieu
		in metered measures counting true,

		my mortal soul in sad decline,
		the punishment befits the crime.
		Let moon and stars presume to shine,

		silent cries in pantomime
		never from the grave to climb,
		no retribution in my rhyme.

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