Darkness.
The darkness is my long lost friend
A cover of black replacing the light
There to greet me at the day’s end
My consciousness losing all sight
The moon, my muse, my influence
Overtaking the rays of sun
Illuminating the lost ruins
Bringing light to all I have done
No one will dare to stop the night
Happy to give in and oblige
Its power weakening what’s right
Forgetting the truth, remembering lies
And with the breeze from the moon’s tides,
We’re left to ponder why it comes,
The dark makes it easy to hide,
But no one has the strength to run
Pity me not, for night is here,
Happy to welcome me home again,
But please, keep all your loved ones near,
Because the darkness is never truly a friend
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