Truth of Rhyme
The darkest days are held within
never to leave
but be spun again
Screams of horror
and shouts surround
as the day grows older, only in terror bound
Light of dark, and dark of day
your sanity leaves you
in the puddle of fear you lay
Hope diminishes from your sight
and your doom becomes apparent
by the fading light
Lend deaf ear to sorrow's sweet call
and in the end you'll see
just how death takes all
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