We’re not afraid of the dark(we’re afraid of what’s in it

desolate heart made bloody
treacherous blooms blossom
( with the stench of rotting flesh)
that which was whole will be torn asunder
and in the darkness eyes long closed open
the shadow that sits in heart awakens
the aetheric shudders as monstrous fealty wakens and forms
horrible to behold
long in fang and claw
look into baleful eyes and know
that balance in full measure comes

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