There's a stranger
Who glows at night,
Glowing a glow
that I'm very fond of.
No matter the dark
That follows behind,
I knew no risk
As I was hidden in
that stranger's light.
But
Under centuries of light,
Which made me unafraid
Of the dark that crept
Beneath the soles of
my feet,
The stranger's feet
were stuck
6 fix under mountains of ash.
Ash of those just like me
Who followed the light,
Unafraid of the dark
When in reality...
....In reality
We should have feared,
Not the dark,
But the light.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
