Para/Poem Challenge "Open"

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The lonesome dark, it beckons me;
The tranquil day begins to wane
As evening devours my internal sea—
The lonesome dark, it beckons me.
A gathering of gloom they all see,
My weakest hour, my strongest bane.
The lonesome dark, it beckons me;
The tranquil day begins to wane.


Now the night is finally here,
Daring me and compelling me
To pen a poem all will revere—
Now the night is finally here.
To smile, laugh, shed a tear;
The dark and I are meant to be.
Now the night is finally here,
Daring me and compelling me.

This is a set of triolets. A triolet is a rhyming poem consisting of lines that must be A B a A a b A B.


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