The curtain of shadow closes my mind,
The flames entrance my heart.
Blind and deaf to the calm of light,
The black night grows the start.
Dancing with my darkness
I feel the embers grow,
Unto a storm of fire and night
Which had a heartless glow.
Burning and blazing my storm raged ahead.
Staring into the distance
Amongst the ash and cloud,
Everything was dead.
I looked forward in terror,
As my new light was found.
Chained by my odium,
I watched and cried aloud.
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