Most people
wait for sunrise,
But I live
for the night skies.
For darkness
is the only truth,
When there
are shadows to hide behind.
Most people
yearn for summer light,
But I long
for winter’s cries.
For the holy
grail of ice,
Is the only
fire that fire can’t fight.
Most people are
wary of Heaven’s curse,
But I fear,
the wrath of time.
For time is
the only Heaven,
That can
burn, and crumble, and die.
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