AFTER DARK

Oh, this dark, it's more than shadows on the wall. It's a quiet creeping tide that promises to fall and swallow every single memory of the light. This dark, it holds me through the endless night. A heavy velvet cloak, my oldest, truest friend. Dark, right up until the end. Is there a beauty in the void, a comfort in the deep, A final kind of peace before the everlasting sleep? But then a single stubborn star it pierces through the black,