Darkness And Delight Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

Darkness And Delight



delightful the darkness is,
as the ice fills my soul with happiness,
my sword sharp as the razor that cuts my skin,
the fire entering my feet as powerful as a navy fleet,
the storms surrounding me giving me sorrow,
as all is dim and full of sadness.

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