The Tale of the Dark Night
Warm summers heat rises
Winters long past and we feel the nights last
Silver shadows fall on all that stand
Around midnight you feel a cold cold hand
The night everyone dies
Future generations feel deaths grasp
Caught with-in deaths cast
Nights of the dead in a mask
There will be nowhere left to hide
Hand held steady warriors stack
Tales taught to be turning
All things left burning
Wishing out answers while your learning
Opening up minds third eye your left yearning
majestic heroes merging
Caught by deaths serging
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