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Brian Patrick Slowly it invades all senses Drifting into the realm of daylight As the daylight dwindles it is replaced By the emptiness of the dark As one diminishes, another appears Bright against the black sky Crying out for human gaze Since time has remembered With the bright beacon of the sky Comes the wafting mist The mist that harbors the cold Chills that permeate through the soul The darkness of the night beckons the immortals From the nether world to the surface Looking for souls to capture and revile As mine is being torn from my chest The calls from the dark are strong Strong enough to pull my being into Valhalla Slipping into the vortex that is the night Falling into the void that will hold me forever
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
The Night
Brian Patrick Slowly it invades all senses Drifting into the realm of daylight As the daylight dwindles it is replaced By the emptiness of the dark As one diminishes, another appears Bright against the black sky Crying out for human gaze Since time has remembered With the bright beacon of the sky Comes the wafting mist The mist that harbors the cold Chills that permeate through the soul The darkness of the night beckons the immortals From the nether world to the surface Looking for souls to capture and revile As mine is being torn from my chest The calls from the dark are strong Strong enough to pull my being into Valhalla Slipping into the vortex that is the night Falling into the void that will hold me forever
© 2014 Brian Patrick
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
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