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The Dawn of Darkness
Deeper Daunting Dark skies.
We look outside at night,
watch the darkest hours crawl by,
like the mighty raven in awkward flight.
The sounds of silence scope the air,
And gloomy imagery fills your head,
The imaginary monsters and their focused stare
as you lie fearful in your bed.
Awaiting the approach of the undead.
Dreams of falling, fire and fright,
fill your life with deadly strife,
that makes your nights an uneasy ride,
to find out where peace may lie.
He's tap tap tapping on your door,
his metal face and iron claw.
Red raw skin of blood and binge,
Hair dark black, the edges singed;
by the flames of hell,
where he doth dwell,
The bells will toll their tuneless knell.
Cloak of black, as dark as night,
Envelops the glowing stars in sight.
Leaving no nook nor cranny where you can hide,
The arms of death and their nocturnal stride.
Her pale skin and cold heart,
The days you would never be torn apart.
Love is power and love is deep,
But the pain of sorrow is his merciless treat.
What is true love without brutal death,
How fate does adore to make a mess,
Of all our hopes and dreams to which we aspire,
Fate and death enjoy to crush desire.
So bow, bow down to the night,
enjoy its brutality.
Take a walk into its flight.
Embrace the carnality.
And let it enrapture the light.
For the Dawn of Darkness is without sight.
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