The Night is my sanctuary,
My prison, my playground.
The night is my confession,
And my sins.
It knows my troubles,
My problems and my dreams.
The night is my friend, my lover.
The Night, is me.
Now, are you still afraid of the night?
For the night is not afraid.
It won't harm you, Unless you harm it.
Then it shall strike back with force.
The Night is still my friend,
It knows more about me then anyone.
Author notes
So...Yeah. I wrote this back in 2004 (damn, that long ago?) and it's still one of my favorites.
Written July 21st, 2006
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