Day and Night
Blood flows from my fingertips. The crimson that is me is you. My day is warm, but warmth is shed when my day retracts behind walls of stone and earth. Cool and black, in my night lies anticipation of when my day will come again. Indigo is the abyss which spans my day and covers the night. Blanketed in love, my day coarses. In darkness I lay dormant and without warmth. The glow will guide me to a greater shine that provides life when all is dead and hope when all is lost. I must hold this glow until timeless infinity ceases.

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