The Darkness
It swirls around, the wrath unending,
Though I will never know the shape as it is swallowed into The Darkness.
Yet I can feel the chill that rushes over me,
And my lungs feel compressed in it's midst,
But the greatest deception comes from my eyes.
I can only feel the fear it brings,
But I cannot see it's true shape, as it is, in fact, The Darkness.
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