Fear of the Night
Blackness flies with wings of a dead fire
Blackness dies in the core of the dawn
But is not forgotten
Because no matter how glorious the light
No matter how profound and bright
Blackness will sing its renaissance in the last breath of dusk
In the last drop of the bleeding horizon
And you know it
And you fear it
Because crawling within the depths of blackness is a creature of uncertainty
A ghost of the unknown
And it howls from the crevices of blackness
The blackness loves to watch as you cower and cry and run
It laughs at your fright
Cackles at your tremor of trepidation
But it's nothing but a play to stray you afar
Because even though you fear the blackness
The blackness fears you
Copyright © Kyle Carlson | Year Posted 2012
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