The Day is DarkMature

The day is dark,
As any night,
Slowly forgetting
Left from right.

Just lying here,
Beside three doors,
Not one is open to me
Not one open to me.

I could force them open
But the light and sound would stop me
I could charge them, condemn
All who stood in my way
Heart of courage
I'm felled

The day is night
And darker still,
Hearing too much,
Feeling the chill

In the air,
Just lying there
Beside three doors,
Not one is open to me.

I could force them open
But the light and sound would stop me
I could charge them, condemn
All who stood in my way
Heart of courage
I fell.

The End

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