The Dark Has Risen
The darkest days, darkest nights,
Castigated by the moon itself.
Left alone on its side, how I wonder?
As dark as evil, as cold as ice.
Darkness resides. He loathes light, any light.
Harmful rays, abominate the evil, take residence of the dark
Reclaim what was taken away! Or can you?
No strength, but you believe you have won.
Certainly, the foundation that you have grow upon
Taught you less than what you have seen?
One must wonder why the role was kept for you, the dark?
Why, the tranquil has been ruined by the scream,
Torn up into pieces, fragments.
I rue the day, that dreaded day, when you have, in truth, won.
But the light will take over,
Like it always has.
I rue the day.
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