Fear is in darkness.
Black is at night.
Our despair is distinguished
By the relevance of light.
Compared to
The righteous man,
Who's his wisdom
Was dismay.
He thought he could
Move the mountains
But his kingdom
Fell that day.
Regarded his only daughter,
Who fell out
Of the will,
Disobeyed all of his orders,
How did he feel?
She felt the horror,
She felt the dread,
She felt the panic
When he was proclaimed dead.
Their faintheartedness
Was Obsidian Fear,
Resembling its blackness,
Hard to break,
Nor crack,
But concealed
With its
Smooth complexions
That was surely a fact.
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