It is darkness that surrounds our remorse.
It
creeps up on us on the most unsuspecting times,
As
if to punish us for our loss…
And
by law it makes the black crow caw.
It
pierces the sky and scours the ground,
Making
the innocent victim drown.
It
blankets the day and terrifies the night,
Leaving
the victim trembling in fright.
Navigating
the seas and exploring the air,
Death
can come from nearly anywhere.
I
have come to the point where the darkness arrives,
It
kicks in my door with subtle surprise.
Remember
my name for the reaper hath slain.
It
is darkness that surrounds your remorse. Good luck.
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