In The Dark - Sonnet

It is dark

And the shimmering lights inspire

The moths that carry the dust

The lust the darkness acquires

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It is dark

And the loneliness beholds

Before dawn before cold

Before the knife makes a hole

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A path of blood finds the nearest river

Always in the dark

Of a pack of clothes it gets ridden

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Moths escape to the yell’s rhythm

Always in her mind

The darkest of fairy tales is written