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::: The Black Night Is King :::

It is a terrible thing when all familiar things around you become your enemy,
Things that basked you in comfortable blanket of security,
Have laid your body and soul upon the ground,
Free from ruin and despair, anger and hatred,
Yet the hems of help have pinned you in,
And as darkness hovers on the horizon,
Like a shipwreck gasping for air,
You angle toward it,
Innocent,
And unaware of the habits,
And movements of this beast,
There is a road,
That runs between light and darkness,
Where chored souls,
Never stray the path,
And there is a road,
That runs through light and darkness,
Where wanderers stray,
The soul of a wanderer is a glorious journey,
Spawned by a terrible feeling.

Written by: ~ Trailercarter