Fills the air you breath
Watches in the day
Yet looms in the shadows
Never showing its face
Preparing your grave
That of when it comes you will need
Cannot escape the observer
It's rules you will heed
Illuminations you wonder
Of which shadow comes from light
Many have tried to figure
And meeting before they might
Such a simple thing to think
But yet not at all
For what comes after
Is leaving us in awe
Leaves such a fright
They try to run
They forget their sight
Trying to hide from the thing in the night
What everyone forgets
The bark worse than its bite
Even though it is darkness
Death comes from light.
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