A Different Kind Of Darkness

Nothing had changed.

It was still dark.

The darkness was loud,

yet subtle,

it was with monsters,

but the kind that leave you be.

it still dark but a different kind of darkness.

the kind meant for the wolves,

that assures harvest,

calmness for the howl,

the hope of the full moon.

it was a different kind of darkness,

it was re-assuring,

and i had become one with it.

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