 A Poem
The Dark.
And the Earth becomes my bride,
She gives and does not ask.
She takes, and cares not.
Peaceably I accept the Dark,
for sunlight burns, where darkness
heals.
And love is left to live.
We are Gods, and walk with pride,
we sing and dance, and
brood and sigh.
And the Mask of men,
holds sway over all.
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