The light has now faded taking sight,
Leaving me lonely in black of night,
In the field of love I have but blight,
Nothing will grown in black of night;
Raven hair flows as she takes to flight
Losing herself deep in the black of night,
Dark clouds covers the pale moon light
Deepening the feel of black of night;
Collapsing in pain against stone of white
Watching the passing of the black of night;
Thick fog surrounds all things too tight
Giving misgivings to the black of night,
Waiting forever for the return of light,
Barely lingering in the black of night.
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