Midnight

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Darkness is it?

That name that they have given you?

the dangerours description that

frightens most

but fright in me, you may not cause.

I've unlocked the door which had

since been sealed

I've freed the poor souls which

trembled beneath the cover of your 

jet black hide

And they ran free

stretching thier tired, worn 

limbs

pumping life into the cold bones within

thier skin

i stayed and took thier place

for which you may not disturb.

Darkness, inside you

there is eternal and infinite midnight

But you do not comprehend is i carry a light.

i light deep within my lungs.

it screams for liberty.

so do quake in fear.

Darkness, i am your death.

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