Poem 100: Darkness

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Darkness

Darkness was my pain

My rod, my staff, my cane

For darkness I became

Not for evil, power, or gain

Nor for lust of mighty reign

But because I held such disdain

For the things to which I am chained

From the sky it fell like rain

The dark, a growing stain

Seeps into my veins

This sense of bigoted bane

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