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A Night From Forever


It rises, the moon,

On the bleakest night of all

The sun shall set soon,

Then begins the fall

 

The fall of all things great,

Of mankind's first step

Much awaited by fate,

Through hate's heated net

 

And so shall it be!

Let it come, let them fall

When darkness is free,

Only evil may call

 

Yet, just a lifetime later,

Pink-purple crowds the sky

For light is ever greater,

Than poison-tipped lies

 

Hope rides the swift rivers,

Warmth reaches the peak

Faith no longer shivers,

Now hatred is weak

 

 

 

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I may not be a happy poet. I may not be a perfect poet. I may not be a poet who can move a million with a few short words. But make no mistake, for I am, and always will be, a poet.

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