Ode to Darkness
Death makes its' appearance on days alike,
days of shade and days of bright.
It tears through each with no remorse
with no delight, and no specific course.
Bright, Hazy, cold and warm days
distinguishing no indifference either way.
Its' the most dreaded tempest of life
from which there is no retreat or flight.
It leaves ruins in the core of hearts
which time heals no part.
Only memories are left with thee
and those fade like a wave in the sea.
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