Secrets of the Darkest Night;
What I do feels Oh so Right,
Yet in the Radiant Morning Light
Tears Fall.
Whispers on the Shadows Fall,
Summoning with their Desirous Call,
I stand before a Mighty Wall;
Silence Speaks.
Out of the Blackness, Temptation Speaks,
Inviting what my Waywardness Seeks,
While Virtue from my Essence Leaks;
Remorse Slays
Grief Consumes the Heart is Slays,
Lies Spilling from Night โTil Day,
Delighting in Innocent Dismay,
When Tears Fall.
~Morgan~
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