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Darkness comes, Darkness goes,

It feeds upon our living soul.

Darkness comes, when night is here,

A natural thing, not a fear.

Darkness comes, Darkness goes,

Its a gift from a past lover, tied with a bow.

Could well be the seeds you’ve sown,

Within your own hands, a living nightmare crushed your bones.

Darkness comes, Darkness goes,

Come venture into the unknown.

N.T.J 01/06/16©