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Diana glows far brighter than the stars that beside her hover Chasing clouds as they go by Moving a notch each hour of night. These clusters of vapor, they say she hunts For her lifetime of a night, this is what she wants? Why does she hunt those that move faster? Thinking for a moment, is she the predator? How come her light is swallowed by clouds to create darkness in the sky? to leave me blind and without sight, or for Sirius to rule brightest in the night? This pointless dance, the finale of my day, leaves me these questions, whisks my mind away, only to find the answers at dawn, then she makes up for the night's lost thron