Black is the night
That wraps its blanket
Around my shoulders
Black is the mourning
Of loved ones lost
Black are the birds
The winged messengers
Of the dark god
Who carry the restless souls
Of the lost
To the peaceful realms

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Submitted: Mar 30, 2008 Reads: 47 Comments: 2 Likes: 1
Black is the night
That wraps its blanket
Around my shoulders
Black is the mourning
Of loved ones lost
Black are the birds
The winged messengers
Of the dark god
Who carry the restless souls
Of the lost
To the peaceful realms
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Very dark and gloomy but we must live through the night before we can experience the morning.
Posted: Mar 31, 2008
this is really really good, great ideas! Very well written! Good job! :)
Posted: Apr 1, 2008
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