Cursed Be the Night
Cursed be the night... O' bloody night...
Thy face is cold and dead...
Thy eyes are of blackness, and thy cape wicked....
And the world is thy bed...
Thou sleepest during the day and cause death
in the dark...
The fire that consumed her was caused by thy breath...
Within it, a single spark...
So I curse thee, o' dreadful night...
I curse thee til the mornings' sweet light...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2012
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