Into The Night

To all fellow people with burdens of pain,
Weary of life and of light,
I ask, in earnest, with a heart bleeding red
Do not go into the night.

Shades of gray, dreary and dank
Tear down the spirits of men.
This noise without voice takes many to die
And never live again.

Engulfed in a flood of malice and shame,
The spirit is torn asunder!
Overhead, the darkness grows
With the roaring sounds of thunder!

Nothing can slow the sands of time:
They engulf the young and strong.
And as the grains entomb us all,
They sing their haunting song.

For those left behind, there is no reward
In knowledge of your death.
They mourn, in desolate, aching hordes
For your lack of life and breath.

So please, my brothers and sisters in life,
Keep truth and love in sight.
Where there is death there is always a cost
Do not go into the night.

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