A Poem

 Darkness

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In silent darkness

By my shadows bound

My sword sheathed

My arrows knocked

The mist around me hangs like a dead man

I wish I'd had a plan

The wiles of my heart do tempt

Bow ready and bent

The darkness is my only friend

It hides me from who I've been

Blood dripping from my brow

I clasp my dagger and cry aloud 

Ever have the shadows held me

I'd been to blind to see

In my darkness, it had consumed me...

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