The night is my worst enemy, with its shadows of mystery trying to get me.  The darkness knows all that I am, seeing me strong and weak, always in constant watch tempting me with that wicked energy.

The night is the only way to the sun.  Yet hides the way for patience sake, nothing more could be done.  Waiting to wait.  Anticipating the suns rays, hoping light will show a new way away from this dark retreat.

The night and me have nothing but contempt. We know each other’s moves, yet we never go further than distant associates.   A head nod is all that’s exchange, as night hints it’s time for you to get out the way.

The night stills the world.  To rest.  To become new.  The night moves suns shadows and focus causing me to lose focus.  The night the tranquility of the unseen, nothing is visible in its serene.

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