Dark Soul
It is I, day, who walks the night,
And stays far away from thy light
When thou bring thyself to play,
I lurk in shadow, brightest day,
Thy son's rays cannot pleasure me,
Entrapped in light, not meant to be,
Dost not thou see the way I miss
The cool of the darkest kiss?
Among my broken bones and glass,
I stay to see thou leave at last,
Before I wander out, not soon,
And howl at the crescent moon.
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