One of my poems. You’ll find this interesting.
The night falls as if slain by the sun, stricken are we?
The emotion for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
crushed by the all-encompassing dark.
All hope must surely perish.
Your love is no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Lost souls surround us, crying,
we have lost our way.
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