Night’s shift has finished at last
Since when did time fly fast?
The jewels adorning her dress are gone
Consumed by the brightness of Dawn
Yet for all my trifles with the day
I should go forth and say
Without contrast from the yellow spark
How else would I grow to love the dark
So as the light shines upon this face
I meet its new beginnings with grace
For I’ve become that which I adore
A riddle I must now explore
When I cut off the flow of spite
I found I had become the Night
No more leaving my heart on the shelf
This time I’m learning to live for myself…
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