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Oct 2018
I saw the end of daylight,
The shadow of the sun.
I saw the dark was coming,
I knew I had to run.

Dark asked me where I was headed,
I said I was to hide from him.
Dark was coming farther near,
Sun was sitting at her rim.

Moon was close now I could feel it,
Dark just didn’t understand.
I ran faster, never slow,
Dark soon would take his land.

I finally asked Dark,
Why he chose ever to chase me.
His answer was a secret,
A secret it will always be.
I used to be afraid of the dark.  However, I found that once I confronted it, I was only scared of the mystery darkness contained.  Now, rather than fearing the unknown, I am fascinated by it.
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