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Mar 2015
Darkness is more than just an absence of light
It's a living being, breathing from our lack of sight
When the sun sets it's one creature's time to reign
We tend to stick in the lit lane to not feign in his chains

A pool of black sea envelops all of those around he
Be careful when out and about be sure to bring a key
What he wants is a lost soul who doesn't know where he be
He may be taken to a strange place to express his dire plea

Nobody to hear me, nobody to see me, nobody who can help me
Oh Please oh Please sir I can't even see, I need my muse to set me free

Just as the man wanted to flee, a gleam of light peeped through the tree
The light shown bright right o'er the lea, his face lit up in heavenly glee

For another day passes and the light conquers again
The darkness must abstain from causing pain on this day
Grant Horst
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Grant Horst  Wisconsin
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