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And lo you speak of darkness
in the halo of the flame
your words are marred in starkness
of a fear without a name.
And lo casting spells
distortions of perfection
and all the desert ills
marring His reflection.
And in the cold hard blackness
you have named it just as well
and cannot see the Beauty
past the self created Hell.
And lo you dream of monsters
to explain away your Hate
and you speak of madman
as if they wait outside the Gate.
I have watched you building castles
to shield you from the light
commissioned these epistles
and steal away the night.
And lo there standing silent
to all that could never be
the sleepless fervent wishes
that can never make you free.
And lo you speak of darkness
almost as if it known
and fall deep and leave to the abyss
of this your eternal renown.

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