Dark days are coming
dark clouds approaching
the winds fighting the trees
the sky crying
and drowning that which still lives
the night comes with it's strange friends
playing with the moonlight forming funny shapes
I wished they danced more often
one night I may even join them
in darkness no one dares enter
in darkness no one will shelter
it's frightening, just let it welter
if I was a creature of the night
I would never have to fight
I would feel safe
I would feel sound
my days would be reversed
in black I will submerse.
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