The Nights Battle

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My soul does ache as though turned cold.

My spirit falters that once was bold.

A sinister night blinds my eyes

Stalking Hope with bloody cries,

Waiting till Time itself does call

The murderous Night on Hope does fall

Plunging daggers of doubts and fears

Bleeding memory of troubled years;

Drenched in memories hidden away

Hope still stands amidst the fray.