When the clock strikes the hour of midnight
When the night is darkest
And your hope is out of sight
Take a match and strike away the fear
The one candle that you leave to burn
To make thee darkness close a little less tight
To make you move in less of a squirm
The little candle you left to glow
Is the only one that let's you sleep nice and slow
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Poems Of The Third Order
PoetryThe third order, an order of knowledge and wisdom. Let these poems be a reminder to what we have lost throughout the ages Thanks to @ephemerain for making this awesome cover
