Where have they all gone?
To rest in the peace of night.
Why have they all fled?
To escape the darkness we fear.
We run to the confines of our homes,
We flee from the night with lights.
Yet we find comfort,
In the darkness.
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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...
