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The Night!_

Poetry By: Ian Dawn

Just a little darkness in your day

Submitted:Aug 24, 2012    Reads: 137    Comments: 16    Likes: 8   

The night heralds in the new world

A world where we will scream

The silent ecstasy that is unfurled

A reality of darkness that is no dream

The night brings forth those who hunger

A meal of life that sees them thrive

The quiet entrapment full of wonder

A time for some to grow and strive

The Night is a time full of dancing shadows

A ballet of death and blood red gowns

The twisted form of malignant death throws

A Place where the UnDead have no bounds

The Night has a maleficent cold embrace

A hold so strong there is no escape

The arms of evil will leave no physical trace

A comforting finality as if enclosed in deaths cape

The Night is a place where no one wins

A game of dice where each throw is unsure

The winners, those with unmentionable sins

A satisfying finality like a lustful whore

The night, my home of enveloping fate

A sanctuary from the wholesome light

The destiny I seek is thru the writhing gate

A bosom of the dark lord encased in Unholy



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