I like the Dark
Others may become Weak and Weary
But I begin to feel quite cheery
You might find Midnight Dreary
But I feel a spark
I like the Dark
It makes my spirit Bright
When begin the night
My soul takes flight
It’s my personal narc
I like the Dark
While others are sleeping
I’ll be out seeking
What I find I’m needing
A murky lark
I like the Dark
Some vainly wish the morrow
For they’re trying so hard to borrow
Escape from the shadow
Created by their own sorrow
Or perhaps that’s not a true remark
I like the Dark
The truth be told
I have a black Raven that’s quite old
He can be incredibly cold
He leaves quite the Mark
I like the Dark
So if you do ever hear a tapping
Or perhaps more of a rapping
I’d continue on napping
Otherwise my Raven will be entrapping
Your soul with a simple remark
I like the Dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the dark, good poem, thanks. go on writing. I invite you to read my poems and comment.