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Dec 2018
Light of life, it seems you are losing thy war; dawn and day make a quick exit; midnight prevails for forever more. Stars carry thy burden and mother nature; she cannot hold its soulโ€”you are weaker, even the crown jewels of forest falls.

Time traverse slower, beasts hide, and the air grows cold; the night is hungry; and you, what battle cry can you forge? As a shadow of thy former self; no one can worship a dead gods mould. Merely watching, as the dark broads.

Thy angels are crippled, nothing but dust to the wind; have you perhaps gotten old? Winter is calling; a deep roar is heard on every wallโ€”a voice that has whispered; is now demanding that you hand over the throne. So, what will you answer petty light?

You cannot even melt what is covering the soil; you cannot even light up a home; What is left of mesmerising coloursโ€”what is left of thy mighty sword?

Sleep little child, night has come and will stay for a while; carrying thy burden; while you tuck away alone. Will you be remembered, or will rot to the core?

The night is thy empress, citizens of light; midnight won the faithful fight.
A poem about winter.
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