Born of the night
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    Darkness appeals to me more than the light.

    A morning bird’s song can hardly compare

    To the wolf’s haunting bay at the moon.

    Nor did a man ever question the

    Majesty of the galaxies that sleep on a blanket of black.

    Darkness suits me far more

    Than her outshining brother,

    For flamboyance never was a trait I did uphold.

    Closer to me is my shadow,

    Than the fiery ball under which I bake

    Like a bird dressed for supper.

    Darkness I would befriend quicker than light,

    As I hope and I fear I was born of the night.


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