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the darkness now arise,  
hold me dear, hold me tight  
against the raging storm that arrives.  
black sky winter nights scream for me,  
call to my silence to speak to them freely.  
their compassion unwavering,  
with sorrowful eyes they stare into the maelstrom.  
grim is their call to the grave in despair.  
deafness fills my conscious mind.  
no one exists but only 'I'.  
from kingdoms below the demons climb,  
with claws and fangs to maim and kill.  
how curious is conscious might,  
only to you they seem real, still.  
above the twilight the tranquility so still,  
blessed the tears of an angel on the moon.  
she cried in pain over her torment and gloom.  
sad and alone she mourned the breeze.  
the melancholy broken if it were ever at ease.  
she screams, she screams, "change your means,  
your anger, your spite, your hollow dreams.  
the despair, I see you now, I feel.  
you are sad because you know not how to heal."  
her words ring like the sound of spring.  
the peace, the beauty, the innocence within
her heart reflects upon the weeping dawn.
as light flows in and purges your skin,  
cleansing the blackness deep inside,  
you open your eyes and look surprised.  
"where have you gone my precious? my angel of the night.  
am I not worthy to befall your sight?"  
as the cold falls upon your teary face,  
a breeze leaves wisps across your cheek.  
she talks to you in your head.  
but you're too full of yourself to hear her speak.
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Published | Edited 18th Oct 2013
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