Fire by night’s edge on river's left
burns into dawn without concern
consuming all fears the darkness brings.
All that remains is the beacon in the shadow
Death on river's right chills the night
dead mist hangs till dawns embrace.
Darkness spawning terror in all that lives.
All that remains is fear in the blackness
The murky waters of light and dark
flow without thought or care for
surrounding conflicts of fate.
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