Chapter 35 wake night

wake night Skinny donkeys in small villages and whole villages tied to a few dead trees The Path of the Plague run away Centuries of dust cover the sky The monks who guard the spirit only face never happened drifting snowdrift The fire in the eyes of the vicious dogs The window paper diffuses the weight of the moonlight the door was pushed open quietly How light is the hundred-year night The monks who guard the spirit only face never happened padlock clanging The wooden box saves the black hour old cat sleepy Mask to ward off evil on the wall The century-old dream lights up the oil lamp

The monks who guard the spirit only face never happened Earth Temple squatting at the head of the village smoky The inscription gives life to the stone with a painless moan Centuries of memories lay down an ant colony The monks who guard the spirit only face never happened