A ferocious wave waits at the edge of the door

Licking its lips as the timelord talks

The beam of scintillant hope streams close to me

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But the time has come to flush out that light

And succumb to the glutton

Of the caliginosity

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My fate waits at the door

Chuckling at my despair

The pedestals of my being grace the earth,

Icicles against the comforting grains of carpet

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One second

One moment

One flick

The darkness wins

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