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LOL! I just visited the Goth-O-Matic© Poetry Generator. Here is what I created »

Alone in Darkness

The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we.

The light for which you pine flares once, then dies,

taken by the all-encompassing dark. All hope must surely perish.

Your soul thrives no more. How could you tear us asunder?

Shadows surround us, crying, we have lost our light.