In the realm of darkness, where shadows reign supreme
There lies a tale of despair, like a never-ending dream
Where hope is but a memory, a distant flickering light
And the darkness consumes all, turning day into nightThe ways of darkness are cunning, with a grip so tight
It twists and turns, deceiving all in sight
It whispers lies and feeds on fear
Leaving nothing but destruction in its drearThe path of darkness is treacherous, full of deceit
It preys on the weak and revels in defeat
It lures you in with promises of power and might
But in the end, it leads to eternal nightThe bad ending of darkness is a tragic tale
Of hearts broken and dreams left frail
It leaves behind a sorrow and pain
A reminder of the cost of playing with the dark's domainSo beware, dear reader, of the ways of darkness' call
For in the end, it will lead to a downfall
But fear not, for even in the darkest night
There is always a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light.
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The Dark Room - A Never Ending Darkness [On Hold]
Poetry"The Dark Room: A Never-Ending Darkness" is a haunting collection of poetry that delves into the depths of despair and the unrelenting darkness of the human condition. Each poem paints a vivid picture of a world consumed by hopelessness, where light...