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the beautiful dark

I see it now
Not the light
But the beautiful dark
It draws near
Looms hollow before me
But I no longer quiver cruel
I no longer dread what is unknown
Like a tune I have not yet heard
Like a final journey I did not deserve

Eye for an eye
But why are they the ones who cannot see
It matters not
The grim ivory knuckles knock
Hold out his hand to help me cross
The last friend I will ever make
Bone cold in my hands
I wonder at the tales he tucks in his cloak

It happens
Nothing to do
Nothing more to say
Sorries and thank yous and love offered falling on deaths ears
It rushes through my veins like acceptance
Like cleansing clean
Like forgiveness
Like the final and beautiful dark

Merry FUCKING Christmas!


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