Darker than it appears,
Has more than it shows.
With its own allure,
Of silence and scream,
Ceding with hopes,
Of morning beams.
Moon dust fills the lungs for some,
For some its the smoke of escaping.
Avow the strongest to be the weakest,
And the weakest to be the strongest.
No one with the shades of shadow,
Owing tears to be our true souls.
Just for the night,
Just for the sake of tomorrow's light,
We fight,
We fight,
We fight,
The Night.
-Anushka
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