Imagine a night that kept it's promises,
Instead of haunting them.
Imagine a night that held close those lost souls,
Instead of tormenting them.
Imagine a night of comfort with the stars,
Instead of deathly glares and piercing lights.
Imagine a night to run to,
Instead of hiding from it.
Imagine a night where the people cried out for joy,
Instead of crying for their lost loves.
Imagine a night that embraced,
Instead of repelled.
Imagine a night without the pains from the day,
Instead of them creeping up to haunt you.
Imagine a night where the cold darkness provided a salvation for most,
Instead of stabbing with tiny swords of regret.
Imagine a night...
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The Battle
PoetryTwo sides, Stuck in an eternal dance, To fight, to win, to live, to lose, to die. A dance not for the faint of heart, But for the bold and courageous. Both going for the heart, To take it out, and be the first to spill blood. For an eternity has th...
