(I write these in school... alot...)
The calm of night only shields the
faint of heart from the light of tomorow.
The passing of night into the sunlit morn,
When darkness comes again, you will find peace.
As the peace of night comes, away the pains of yesterday slip,
Into the vault of locked memories.
Gleaming skull on thy ancient desk.
What secrets might thy hold?
Waiting for eternity.
On thy desk of thoust ancestors.
You keep all secrets to thyself.
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