The Dark
The Dark it is a living thing,
It hovers upon silent wing.
It waits for us to best our fear,
And then, the Dark, it closes near.
It hides from us our enemies,
Makes goblins out of simple trees.
It keeps us from our friends most dear,
And plays upon unearthly fear.
The Dark, it is a scary thing,
But still, some goodness it does bring,
For without Dark, there is no Light,
No Goodness and no need of Right.
THE HOUSE OF MADNESS
UNDERGROUND
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