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Tis' a Night of Sorrow.
Power that i cannot Borrow.
I try to sing, but i cry.
I wish i would just die.
Between Darkness and Heaven light,
lies a small sword, blunt and bright.

I reach, i scrum
I conquer the worm.
Breathing and bleeding
I could not believe what i had feeling.
Such a aura, such majesty.
I feel like i just brought forth a new galaxy..

Ripping the sword from its concrete throne
i laugh, not groan.
I feel it, Power~
Let it shower~
Upon my soul, there is emptiness..
The meaning of this?
Have i not know the consequences?
Should i just face my conciseness?
I surrender, i cower.
Between the awesome might, of Power.

~ Jonathan/ Ultimate Poet.