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A World Without A Sun
Contest entry. I was really inspired by the title prompt-My dark side has awoken! Mwahaha!
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Shadows linger here;                                                  
A shroud of suffocating                                        
Darkness drawing near;                                        
Consuming our bitter souls,                                        
Filling us with fear.                                                  

The bright sun decayed,                                        
Turning to ash in the sky,                                        
As we watched, dismayed;                                        
Our hearts left feeling heavy                                        
Under weight of shade.

Redness bleeds from eyes                                        
That strain to see through dimness                              
And echoing cries                                                  
Pierce this opaque world, where                              
Light splutters and dies.                                        

Life wanes in this gloom;                                        
Skeletal forms with sunken                                        
Eyes stare, full of doom.                                        
Such deplorable creatures,                                        
Spawned from shrunken wombs.                                        

Rotten corpses rife,                                                  
The bones picked clean of flesh                              
By ravens of strife,                                                  
Blood dripping from greedy bills,                              
From death, gaining life.                                        

Shadows linger here;                                                  
A shroud of suffocating                                        
Darkness drawing near;                                        
Consuming our bitter souls,                                        
Filling us with fear.
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