With paralysis on the dark harbor
only a flicker.
The light past with a flash
only once.
Nights dark grasp and silent breath
force the soul to see
that one light was the third flicker.
Only seeing those pass her by,
Creation grasped the memory
from paralysis so it never needed
the pain that was to come.
the dark lures the light to it
and consumes it.
only to die on what it called
a meal.
Nothing was the light's Wrought
and how marvelously it feasted
on the blood of dark.
Soon the forth coming will arise
as he did before.
Nothing felt the soul of Titan
return to his maker.
Nothing, satisfied left in search of Titan's
perfect destruction,
his sons Cresent and Mourning.
finally!
Nothing was back in the hunt.
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What makes sence is what isn't there.
To change what is. Is to change the opposite.
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