Darkness Falls
There once was a city
named "Darkness Falls",
where a quart of pain,
a pint of bloodshed,
a gallon of depression,
and a teaspoon of happiness
fell together in harmony.
A town as blank as paper,
waiting for ink to be written upon it,
where joy wasn't as common,
as feared was enforced.
Where only the ashes
of the forgotten,
fertilized,
the ever-so-rotten
grounds of "heaven"
And the eyes of the fragile,
who witness the peril of death,
are only the eyes of the young,
who follow this hell-driven pattern.
This incessant chaos
is known to be
Darkness Falls.
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