in the dark

farther still from the playful crayon of daylight
clothes of morality turned inside out
insanity is the law
on the precedent of madness
never was a time such as then
when blindness was the gift
and vision was the curse
for many do not survive the horrible sights
spectres and skeletons troll
to extinguish all the hopes of the light
the beauty of what is right
is a distant memory
just for those four hours of night

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