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When the moon meets the north,
And perfect worlds are unmasked,
When time is in it's blackest hour,
The dark maiden rises,
Yet light shall but see her,
For the slumber of light grows deeper.
Holding order out of reach,
She walks silent streets,
Killing all of everything she sees.
Her minions feed on the good man's mead,
Untill dawns dagger destroys them.
Worry not lights people,
Sight the sun on its steeple,
The dark lady rests in her tomb.
Should light deem us worthy,
We need be not worried,
With thanks we shall kneel before Thee.

That's such a deep poem. You write deeper than me. I mostly write lovey dove stuff.