I fear the blackness of the dark,
But not because of what may hide.
The lack of light and Theia's mark,
Makes me disturbed and petrified.
There may be joy or just despair,
There may not be a thing to show.
But I fear not what may be there,
I fear the fact I do not know.
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Rhymes in Red: a collection of poems by D. W. Christian
PoezjaA collection of poems I've written and am writing concerning love, loss, life, death, darkness, hope, and many other subjects.
