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This is my first award-winning poem. I got first place in the contest with this. |
| Darkness falls, across the land. The day dims, and blackens the sand Darkness enslaves the tortured soul, And slowly helps her prevail with the darkest goal. The wolfs howl with every moon, The soothing sounds of crickets and owls Knowing it will be morning soon I slip away into the shadows The darkness sheds a blanket on my soul And comforts my sorrow Turning to the eyes of revenge And all become gone |