2 February 2011

Night’s cull

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Dawn awoke the night to mine deathly pallor

These eyes of mine had gone tired and dreary

Of peering into darkness with heart so weary

Searching night’s knight to restore world’s valor

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Prostrate I waited for some once shining armor

To pierce the night’s dark as my eyes got teary

And as the stillness went from morbid to eerie

It dawned upon me there would be no tremor

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Then freed of what seemed like a last good will

I waited for the sun to burst in sockets its light

For light more than darkness I reckon would kill

Around it what whispers in shadows kept bright

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I laid at the doors of resignation this last hope

A token to bear that weighed me down slope

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