The night is dark and full of terrors—
But who am I to judge?
Tales of old,
Long left untold,
Now seek us through the hush.
Who will tell them—me or you?
Some were fair, and some were not.
Some have ended,
Most are lost.
But still, some wander,
Gleaming like a gem—
One for you,
And one for me...
Will I ever truly know thee?
So here I sit and listen,
Will there ever truly stay?
The night is dark and full of terrors—
But I am not afraid.
To watch the stars without a moon
Is like living...
Living without you.
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