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What is it about the Darkness that so intrigues the mind?
Is it the simple ebon degree of the all encompassing?
The quiet solitude and reminiscence of the Memories passed,
Drifting within the folds of Shadow and Shade?
I swim amidst the pools and depths of swirling black,
Listening to the cry of the lone wolf.
The soft brush of foliage as the chill of the night touches each leaf.
I listen and remember the edges of awareness shunned beneath the Night.
I glance left and right, peering through the peripheral and the Straight vision,
Watching the night predators seek their prey of the nocturnal.
I smile gently at the rustling of the shrub, and cry of the Nightingale,
Echoes dancing off senses, all the while the shadows flicker about limb and Flesh.
It's said the darkness can envelop you within its infinite embrace,
Yet only so long as the sun is shadowed behind the horizon.
I know different, for the darkness is eternal, chilling and forever.
Learn the truth. Been there…done that…I loved it.
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