I am the Night. A lone figure that walks the desolate highway. Shadows envy me, people fear my darkness, light can't survive within me. But this destiny is lonely and full of despair, it's as if i'm a creation from Prometheus's sick imagination. But I am only the Night, a beautiful darkness that creates memories and destroys sorrow. Yet i am a monstrosity to those who live within these. And i weep at that fact, the fact that i scare people into staying within the confines of the light. So for the adventurous, the willing, the crazy, I am here, and i need someone to walk this highway with me.
Author notes
This was meant to be a poem but it ended up as more like a story-poem. If you listen though, it speaks like a poem.
Comments
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Oh this one is my favorite. I adore the darkness that holds so much contempt to his sorrow. This is an amazing piece. Good Job and yes it does flow like a poem.
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wow. great write!
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thats good :-)
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dang another good one
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