
The Loving DarkIn the darkness, A figure moves so slowly. Questioning his purpose here, And where he's meant to go. Doesn't understand the light. In turn he learns to fear it. A woman smiles softly, Her warm hold welcomes all. But in the shadows, things do lurk, And cripple the Maiden's call. A weeping boy, doesn't understand The differences of the world. Just knows he's not to love a man, But must, in turn, be hurled. Into a world, that no one knows But everyone knows their fear. And has no reason to disembark this Machine that controls, contorts, and lies A weeping man stumbles out. A maiden's call long dead. Perhaps it was just a dre The Loving Dark by ~Axlazu
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