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misconduct .
NIGHT: Time imposes not upon virtuous deeds . The noble regress not
into turpitude when nightly shadows mute shards of infant light .
Likewise scorching sun shrivels not pure kernels . What?s Good by far
possesses sturdier base than mutating humour . Yet I shan?t deprive
you of your request . On Vice I have these on it . In hushed secrecy
Truth is muffled beneath distracting mien . Where misdeeds lurk there
are few confessors . Vice . Treasures dubiously sprung . Fillips of
questionable pedigree overlooked in mid frenetic jollification .
Picaresque wranglings bear surrepticious delight . Fruits of strange
origin overcome tongues with sweetness acquired bitterly from those
aggrieved . I pray that I have abated your curiosity .
DAY: Indeed !

NIGHT: Having quenched your first thirst , I bid you, speak of Virtue .
DAY: A foil made to counter Vice ! Virtue soldiers on untempted by
enticements procured by Vice , from tainted intentions proffered . Pain
of sacrifice smarts . Transient . Far worse to drink from the chalice of
Vice , suffer censure and lifelong penance . Virtue , fount of fine
attributes . Guardian of innocence . Bastion of moral consciousness .
Virtue?s the sublime awareness that winnows knave from noble .
Bequeaths those deserving with legitimate trophies . Their bounty swell
with honours honourably won and deeds nobly done .
NIGHT: I see
that much still lodge in your mind like a bursting powder keg you are .
You have a willing pair of ears and a flint for your powder in me .
DAY: You have discerned well . Amusing it is to know that Night has
clairvoyant sight ! I have laid sight on debilitating Despair . Droves of
souls lie prostrate . Mowed by Doubt . Despair drapes its cloak over
Hope . Stifling garotte which asphyxiates optimistic Faith . This slate
implodes upon itself and spares no refrain in dejected denial . Clouding
up mood of others with plaintive pestilence . What else are you
Despair ? An abyss that impel those hopelorn over the precipice .
Propel average souls towards uncharacteristic foolhardiness in their
desperation . While the scales of Justice weigh Circumstance and
Consequence , Life reels from the outrage. What of you Night ? Have
you saving grace for these souls ? NIGHT: I have . Faith?s the

obstinate flame unbowed even though adversity threatens to douse
earnest efforts . A shaft that leads out of the pit . Secret aspirations
whispered to ourselves . A place we dare visit amid private reverie?s
vision with a longing contrary to present inconvenience . A bulwark
Faith is . It controverts scattering fickleness . Surety in spirit against
floundering facades for Faith invigorates mortal hearts with obdurate
conviction .
DAY: A saving grace and no less eloquent ! My cousin
the clairvoyant ! Yet I wish to add , there are those who fear still the
onset of Night . It is sight that is frail and sight that is oft at fault .
Illuminated by daylight , leafless branches are leaden exceptions
against plush terraces . ?neath scanty light of Night , those same
branches appear like unsheathed ghostly daggers , suspended at
menacing height . Buoyed by safety in numbers , masked by scarce
light , formidable silhouettes , agitators of patience , crucibles of
resolve , teasers of courage , all charge boldly . How one wishes for
guardian gargoyles to smite these preying spectres ! Friends and foes
blurred by garbled silhouettes . Proximity reveal tardily or opportunely .
Outcome rests on gifts of deftness and speed .
NIGHT: Hold still
there ! I do bear comfort too ! For those who shun the sun at its midday
prime , the evening phase becomes their chosen juncture to emerge and
gaze at day without braving sting of heat or pallor of a tan . I spare their
sight from instinctively squinting . Moisten not their clothing with noon
swelter . The Day is the more boisterous portion of the two . Suburbs
and metropolis reverberate with industrious din . Smoke stacks increase
exhaust density . In the desert , Day misleads sight while I undeniably
obscure . Sunlight sparks upon the sand as flickering mirages confound .
Night?s dark cape is sloughed off friends and foes . Under lighted
lucidity , shadows of doubt evaporate . Come Day , speak of eagles and
bats in your time !
DAY: Preying eagles flex their talons . With
wings outstretched , unhinge themselves off the ledge , into flight .
Daybreak presages an outward course towards feeding fields . Bats
wing toward cavernous habitats . Seeking shelter from Sunlight?s blaze
and daylong repose . What of bats and eagles at dusk , my cousin ?

NIGHT: Regal eagles rest