From the darkness, thou departed
A crimson chasm of sorrow
Thy tears, a reflection
Of thy mother's misery
I was born with thee
My mother, light
My sorrow, pleasure
Yet, the sun shines on thee
Surely, thou can see
Me, though shrouded in darkness
No, not me
Thou
Can thou see thee
As well you cannot see me?
For though dark, though thine opposite
I was born in light
And light reveals me
But thou
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The darkness is thy home
Yet, thou looks down on me
Indifference in thy stare
Thou used to fear me
Now I am hardly here
But I am here
Waiting
The light shall reveal me
But I am gone
When thy darkness comes
I t i s t o o m u c h f o r m e
Experimenting with Old English. Please point any error I need the criticism for real.
