The curse of the Night Walker
Ones who sought the traces of darkness
Of world and of soul
We see through the shades
We know the blindness
Some may be born
Some may be dragged
We know this darkness
Better than most
Daylight ignores us
Cruelty cages us
Even if we break free
It never changes
Day Walkers say they feel
Sorrow and doubt
When the Night Walker fades
When most never knew what made us
They pay a few kind words
Then walk
Day Walkers find it easy
To move away from darkness
Thinking candle light is enough
To light the path
When their flame is easy to extinguish
Flowers pelt the fallen's final rest
When petals wither
Never do Day Walkers
Have the burden of the souls
Which still linger
When the Day Walkers are blind
To the flickers of light the soul that still remain
The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we know too well
The sight of a lingering soul
Bound to a world
Where daylight seeks to hide us
Rather than shelter us
The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we hear
The shadows that continue to scream
To the horrors they felt
When they cast the form in which they became
The blessing of the Night Walker
Is that we also see
The distant stars in the sky
In which few of us see
As the destiny of the Night Walker
So we may guide others to the light
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
The curse of the Night Walker
Ones who sought the traces of darkness
Of world and of soul
We see through the shades
We know the blindness
Some may be born
Some may be dragged
We know this darkness
Better than most
Daylight ignores us
Cruelty cages us
Even if we break free
It never changes
Day Walkers say they feel
Sorrow and doubt
When the Night Walker fades
When most never knew what made us
They pay a few kind words
Then walk
Day Walkers find it easy
To move away from darkness
Thinking candle light is enough
To light the path
When their flame is easy to extinguish
Flowers pelt the fallen's final rest
When petals wither
Never do Day Walkers
Have the burden of the souls
Which still linger
When the Day Walkers are blind
To the flickers of light the soul that still remain
The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we know too well
The sight of a lingering soul
Bound to a world
Where daylight seeks to hide us
Rather than shelter us
The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we hear
The shadows that continue to scream
To the horrors they felt
When they cast the form in which they became
The blessing of the Night Walker
Is that we also see
The distant stars in the sky
In which few of us see
As the destiny of the Night Walker
So we may guide others to the light
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