"Ah, yes. Auspicious was the phase of the high lambent moon,

iridescent on a winter's afternoon,

on the eve of the century," the bibliophile read.

She studied it, for it continued and said:

"The flurry of clarion bells? They rang out but, too soon!

The celebration, the party, at high noon,

a tenuous thing for sure, performed by us with no jest."

Resolved, she looked yet onward at his behest...

"Even wreathed in the sickening light, we can still attune;

Not renewed from the day, oh no, we are hewn

from the beautiful, silken, and mysterious delight ;

Yes, we are creatures of darkness and the night."

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Written for wattpadpoetry's contest January Has Resolve: Use a minimum of 5 of the given words, correctly, in a poem. (Words are underlined.)