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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