The Light Goes Out
True Black Dawn
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The void is a curtain of black velvet, draped around the idea of flesh
A prison made into an image of God with a face of a harlot
Darkness swathed in darkness, light unmanifest
The light goes out, where the shadows sprawl
The light dies out, where the gods are born
The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire
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It bellows, it blisters, it burrows beneath
Without words it whispers, like the soft rustle of leaves
There are thorns, the dark seeds, and they never end
The light goes out where the shadows sprawl
The light dies out where the gods are born
The divine beckons when we wander at night, and are consumed by fire