The dark
is stark.
It harks
evil remarks.
The dawn never
shows itself.
Hope is severed,
I almost die.
The glimmer of flame,
your candle so far.
It looks so tame,
but has become the star.
It's fixed my sight.
I cannot fight.
Your brilliance is so bright,
I don't see the pitch of night.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:18 PM UTC
The dark
is stark.
It harks
evil remarks.
The dawn never
shows itself.
Hope is severed,
I almost die.
The glimmer of flame,
your candle so far.
It looks so tame,
but has become the star.
It's fixed my sight.
I cannot fight.
Your brilliance is so bright,
I don't see the pitch of night.
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