I never actually gave this one a tittle
As dark as the wings of a lonesome angel, the night beckons me forth to do its bidding.
And I, so appalled by such pain I have witnessed, allows myself to be consumed by its glory.
In hopes of being released from this torture, I become a creature of the night until mornings shine.
I mourn for the loss of my peace, silently waiting to become one with the darkness once more.
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