"A voice is heard in Ramah,
mourning and great weeping,
Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be comforted,
because they are no more."
It's dark, and there is nowhere to run.
No place to seek shelter from the evils lurking at each door.
Night invades swiftly, consuming every whim of light and good cheer.
Everything is hidden with the embrace of deception.
Phantom footsteps echo through the streets.
The ones who claim to know you are often worse than strangers,
Condemning you to fend off your enemies alone.
Buried secrets become revealed in the presence of night.
There is nothing the dark cannot see.
"It is gone," she says, shivering with wrenching chills.
"I have lost it to the darkness."
What has been taken from you, o precious daughter of the king?
The night himself awaits her response.
"Who I am," she wails, sobbing wretchedly into the treacherous night.
The darkness smiles.
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