Musings of a Night

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Would you hate me?

For I am the spite
Draped in feathers
That wanders in your sky.

For I am the black rose
That hides in your hazy hopes
Of rainbows and fireflies.

For I am the smear
That taint your alter
That braces you dignify.

For I am the hopeless
That fights the ghosts, chasing me
To stay alive.