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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