Rebirth, a Second Chance
When the dark has come,and the day has gone,
and the moon shines full,like a night time sun,
when good has died, and evil spawn,
then dream time comes, and I am reborn,
for its within my heart so burnt and bitter,
with the thoughts of what could have been,
and that witch was not,that lies my soul,
a lifeless mass,an empty void,
feared with mere thoughts and questions,
and in a web,spun of the fibers of ones mind,
lives Vapor,dream demon supreme,
so fear the darkness, and fear the night,
for I am the demon, embraced by the light,
and though the demons journey may have eneded,
the mystery has just begun.
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