Dark Side of the Moon

I have nothing to hide, yet nothing to show
My motives obscured by a veil of darkness
The absence of light pervades my every thought, my every action
Leaving me free, a casual friendship with the devil

My fragile wings have been weaved from
The dust and metal of a time unknown
This gaiety rusts my shackles of murk,
I require the comfort of midnight-
I come from the dark side of the moon.

The End

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