The Darkness
When the darkness comes
Creeping in through the open window
And under the cracks of doors
It settles over the room and hums
Its haunting lull-a-by.
Like a crow on soft and silent wings
It moves.
Not even kings
Could escape the inky blackness
Suffocating everything in its path
Stalking its prey from house to house
Castle to castle
Taking some with Him.
The darkness smiles bitterly
As some go willingly.
And laughs cruelly
As some try to fight Him.
In the end He will always win.
The darkness will always win
No matter who you are
No matter where you hide.
He will find you.
This poem is about:
Me
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