In the dark
It screams to me
It's cries
Fading through the endless land
It's embers, sparkling brightly white
It's beauty, flaring through the night
Forever,
Sounding through the sky.
It's ancient call,
Will draw us in
The dark black flame, shall burn us all.
Beware my son,
We must never touch.
It's dark seduction,
My prayers for such.
Now go my son,
Through the fearsome night.
Beware though,
Of the darkly light.
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