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Night - stjohn
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Night draws nigh
Though the sun is still high
And the moon is not yet in the sky
I fight my way through dark and cold,
It's not right
I'm not so old
Night is coming
Night is here
What can I say when death is so near
Now that I think
I really am ready
My morals strait, and my soul is steady
My friends may mourn
And my family grieve
But it really is my time to leave
Though the sun is still high
And the moon is not yet in the sky
I fight my way through dark and cold,
It's not right
I'm not so old
Night is coming
Night is here
What can I say when death is so near
Now that I think
I really am ready
My morals strait, and my soul is steady
My friends may mourn
And my family grieve
But it really is my time to leave
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My first and only really depressing poem. I dunno what came over me. i wasn't even depressed or anything. I suppose that makes sense though, I guess that this is sort of more about coming to terms with death, making peace with it more than anything else.
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