Source: hiraeeeth
Night drifts closer.
Black replaces blue.
Clouds fall slowly.
A dark day for you.
Grey clouds soak the pink.
The waves hit the shore.
I know what you think.
You can’t take much more.
Truth is hard to bear.
Our town lost its glow.
Nightwalkers are here.
Lost to the dark foe.
THE DEAD GAME
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