Something Strange

 
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The night light laces through open window
Onto me,
Laying on my bed, as the cool night time wind does
Speak softly, to me old friend,
For I have inherited something strange
From the night, yes, from the night
Something cold, dark and ashen;
Something that was once afflicted
And trapped inside my memory hoard… Mine;
Trapped, upon the breaking of the bough
And beguiled, into the lower rings of hell
Where are you
Tender mercies,
Speak tenderly toward me
For the waning of the night has still long to go
Before I am safe,
Saved from the first morning light
Do I dare stay, beguiled
An endless child ashen of the night
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Ashen is the night
When you feel the morning won’t come
Vagueness is the reply
When you know no one else has your mind
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