In the darkest hour of the night,
When shadows dance and fears take flight,
A presence stirs, unknown and eerie,
A sense of dread, oh so dreary.
But in the midst of all this fright,
A voice calls out, clear and bright,
"Be not afraid, for I am here,
To calm your mind and ease your fear."
And as the voice draws ever near,
The darkness starts to disappear,
Replaced by warmth and gentle light,
A sense of peace, oh what a sight.
"Who are you?" I ask with doubt,
"I am your guardian, without a doubt,
I've watched over you through the years,
Through laughter, joy, and bitter tears."
With those words, the voice recedes,
And all that's left is calm and peace,
The darkness banished, the fear dispelled,
A guardian angel, by my side, to dwell.
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Poems at 3 am
شِعرSoup. (This content may be nonsuitible to some veiwers. Veiwer discretion is advised) Most of this is from my friends storys or from my head. Have fun and enjoy :))
