Night, it comes
And it goes,
It is empty;
It is full.

Many love it;
Many fear it.

Its frightening beauty
Brings people together

You look up and,
What do you see?

You see darkness,
And the end
You see light,
And the beginning

It is chaos,
Yet it's harmony.

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