darkness
darkness falls, from which i stand,
the full moon gleams, bright and pure.
calling to me, asking me to run with it.
every where i go, shadows follow,
causing pain, causing sorrow.
death and destruction spread around me,
silver stars, falling to me.
i catch them in my hands,
and they darken to a black dust
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