In the resolute silent sits
The stealth that creeps at night
The darkness with the wrist of slits
A pain so sweet, it bites.
The cloth of blue now colander
A million points of light
Bright it grows yet bland and blander
Away and out of sight.
Darkness oh, does not seem dark
When darkness is of two souls
The poisonous black does not seem stark
When the dark is in control
Light seems not light at all
When a soul does shine alone
The lightest blue would turn Cobalt
The heart would turn to stone
Therein lies the question I ask
Riddle me this fair well.
Would you be together in the darkness
Whispering, not seeing?
Or alone in the light
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