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Midnight Dances
Others may wait for the light to return. Some will strive and welcome the dark with open arms. We wait all day for it's rise into the new night. Our bload runs thick with the pulse of night. As we wait in the days shadows for it to rize. It takes the once sunny plains and covers them. With an unforgiving grip. Into the night the world slowly drifts. An eternal life of darkness and no life. No more will the world see light. But only darkness and cold. Many will try to escape it's hold on them. But none will prevail. All will be kept in the grasp of the unforgiving night. To be kept in it's arms Forever. To wait for the unrizing sun. To await for the moment the moon will pass. But as they wait many will die. Others will laugh. And others still will just be silent. As the moon is silent they to will be silent. Forever in the grip of the unforgiving moon. Till even time it's self will surrender to it's darkness. Of the moon. In it's everlasting darkness. And it's unforgiving grip.
