Don't be scared of the night,
Night's only a symptom of time.
Time, a silent, creeping parasite
Feeding on your beloved life,
Reveals its shades once in a while -
The darkest gliding on white lies.
At such an epoch, shines a bloody Moon
Over torn, lost, burnt silver clouds
Fields cower into winter slumbers
As jackals step out of pits to howl
Mute trees lend ears to whispers
A thousand cracks line the ground.
The encircled prey kicks at a stone
A slice of hope lights up the grass
Razor teeth land on the calf
And thirsty grass bathes in blood.
The voice speaks softly to the dew
Are you not afraid of the dark?
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