by Ignoris   Oct 20, 2008

At night, wake from dying dreams
Where monsters aren't quite what they seem
Darkness creates nocturnal glee
Stars, the only light that's free
Succumb to silence all around
When nothing's lost and nothing's found
The moon, a slice up overhead
The ceasing night will soon be dead

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