Dark Nights

When the bright lights fade and darkness grows,

the hidden world begins to show.

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No faint glow, no dazzled lies,

just shadows stretched beneath the skies.

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The laughter fades, the footsteps still,

And time moves on against your will.

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The moon looks on with distant grace,

a ghostlight in this empty place.

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Dark nights don’t lie, nor do they bend,

they ask you questions without an end.

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They hold the truths you try to flee,

and echo back what you won’t see.

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The glass is cold, the mirror’s bare,

no crowd to cloak the raw despair.

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Yet, in that hush, a thread remains,

a quiet strength inside the pain.

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For even night, so vast and deep,

must end when morning dares to creep.

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And those who face what darkness hides,

can walk through dawn with brighter eyes.