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It would be so. If the Shadow Man came at night, then day would be his shelter. If the dark harbored evil things then light would be his fortress. A king in his empty, empty castle. But there was no light here, not a scrap to be found or a sound to be hear. There was no color. It was as was.

Cherry cheeks and flushed faces,

Scarlet scarves and loose laces.

Chocolate drinks and a snow flurry,

To the hearth the children scurry.

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Sopping socks and muddy mittens,

Flickering flames and cuddly kittens.

Chocolate drinks and a snow flurry,

To the hearth the children scurry.

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Glories of stories and roars of laughter,

Note: I play a keyboard and a pennywhistle, and the latter is what is meant by "six small holes".

Music
Fingers dancing
Slowly or quickly over
Black and white keys
Or six small holes
Notes going back and forth
Telling each other stories
Blending together to make a
Melody of a tale
Sometimes you sing
Adding another dimension
Making your own music
Straight from yourself
A friend listens
Or no one at all
Perhaps your guardian angel hears
And God as well
He created music, after all