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The Beast Of Darkness
Our darkest day was approaching
as we looked outside in ore.
The garden was overgrowing
and we could see the path no more.
The gate was covered in brambles
and the grass was knee high deep.
It was as if time itself
Had surly gone to sleep.
The light of day was breaking
and the birds began to sing.
But we just stood here waiting
for the darkness to begin.
The clouds passed by in dark array
as the hours went along.
Until the ending of the day
and the birds had stopped their song.
Then from the dark appeared
a beast but not of man.
That took our eyes from within us
then in the darkness ran.
We stood and watched as time went by
never to see again.
The beast of darkness as he ran
and took with him our pain.