Invisible as the Vashta Nerada,
My heart holding it's faint hope,
Yet my soul can't take anymore piña coladas,
The sunlight being folded over,
Trapped by the dark cloud of old,
The grey stepped in closer,
Crying when it didn't do as it was told,
The light was shattered all over,
The darkness crept onward to victory,
The trees clapped joyously loud,
Yet there was a still by the sea,
The sun's ray shown through small,
It held it's own in the center of the lake,
The darkness hurried yet fell,
The sun knew what was firmly at stake,
The shadows couldn't hold it's feet,
The rug threw them off their balance,
The light stood still overhead,
And never once changed it's stance.
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