Finding the Light in the Dark

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Dedicated to @AlphaKelly, @Mousewriter88, @Aaron_Ledgers

Presently glorious just before the sky's red pouring,
Kissing the horizon, the Sun for you is foreign.
When fleeting colors of dusk began to fade away,
Breathless waiting in shadows, as down goes the day.

You're engulfed by dusk when Darkness creeps,
Once sun is down, the demon stalks and never sleeps,
Trapped-in the cold prison by the night's torment,
Haunted by its dark veil, spiral of fear at fullest extent.

Under the night's blanket you're hiding for so long,
Quietly walking away in empty spaces with a song,
Fighting so hard to close the gaps of a cruel past,
Feeling resigned when love and happiness won't last.

Ears still echoing by endless fight the Dark nemesis taunt,
Yet no longer afraid or scared of dim nightmares haunt.
Must not dwell on past or things you can no longer control,
There is no overnight success, but one night can change it all.

Unknown to you when all this became your familiar,
A star-filled night, as nothing about it is too peculiar.
Not long ago lingering dark pushed you into the shadows,
Trapped inside a coffin, drowning alone in shallows,
Searching for strenght, in hope for a new dawn tomorrow.

Wondering if doubts and fears ever really go away,
Or if they just lose their power over us one day...
Albeit it isn't easy chasing dreams, that is for sure,
But nothing is impossible, belive in you a little more.

Caressed by the silence and coolness of the night,
The beauty of darkness soars once stars shine bright.
Listening to the whispering night stillness drawing your weakness,
With new found solace the night knows now your deepest secrets.

When all you heard outside the door is that you're weak,
However, the bravest thing you did was leave not break.
The city sleeps and you're committed to your task,
For life feels light inside your world freed of mask.
With steady hand and now a clear mind to think
Carving deep on white pages words in fresh ink.

Understanding what's hiding in the timeless shadows,
Night is beautiful, more lively and richly coloured,
It conquers the day with dim and solitary loveliness,
A magical quiet hour that echoes yesterday's awareness.

Although time is not seen as anyone's friend,
He's no thief or villan, but a gift when well spent.

Although time is not seen as anyone's friend,He's no thief or villan, but a gift when well spent

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