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.

 

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