The darkened sky, a heavy shroud,
Whispers silence, fierce and loud.
Stars retreat from endless gloom,
As shadows bloom in midnight’s tomb.
The wind, it howls, a mournful cry,
Through barren trees that scrape the sky.
No moon to guide, no light to chase,
Only darkness’ cold embrace.
Footsteps echo, faint and slow,
On paths where only shadows go.
The night consumes, a growing tide,
Where fears and secrets love to hide.
Beneath this cloak, the world is still,
A moment paused against its will.
Yet in the dark, there lies a spark,
A flame to kindle, brave and stark.
For even in the deepest night,
Hope flickers, seeking light.
And when the dawn at last takes flight,
It ends the reign of darkened
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