The daytime dwindled to a close,
Life, alone, and without sight,
Gathered the embers of Its fire,
To keep it warm at night.
The night was cold; dark and deep,
Life drew Itself away.
Hollow dreams stalked fitful sleep,
And Life begged the Light to stay.
In the dark, Life swiftly drowned,
Guttered out like flames in the wind.
And, in the dark, the Blackness prowled.
Watched It die, and grinned.
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