Let me be in the dark son,
I shall sing a song
For my beloved bride,
A song not sung since ages long;
A love song, a song of pride.
A song was to be sung
When you were born,
A song was to be sung
For her misery bourn,
But now she is far gone,
And Forlorn
Beyond all similes,
I lie;
There shall be no light,
For I shall sing a song,
A love song,
A song of pride
For my lovely bride.
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoetryThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
