Dense blackness yields
To a chill grey dawn
Clammy air sticks
To my skin
Dread stalks me
Death marks out its targets
Nearing with each step
Soon enough, it will strike
To my very heart.
Much better to face
The threat myself
Than watch helpless
As it takes those I love
The terrible calculus
Of such balancing
Sours the soul
But denial is vain evasion
The memory of yesterday's
Crisp sunshine seems
An age away
A paradise
Before the Fall
Written By Amber Wilson 2007`
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