And twas 5 to the hour when all came to an end
When all chance of practice fell dead
The heart dropped, dead was the beating
Defeated, was i, all strenght leaving
In the dead of night when all unwise are sleeping
Out comes the darkness of pure energy, breathing
But unwise we are, we know not how to see them
Though some can hear the sounds they make
Others can feel their touch that shake
Forever they stay what they are
True to themselves as a star
Somedays I wish that just maybe
I myself would be stable
One person in all, not tiny fragments in space
Now i must begin the chase
These energies of darkness i would defeat
Mystical beings i will seek
Good and evil and all in between
This was a wish made to happen, before seventeen
Twas quarter past the hour, when i sat and ponder
And now i see it all too clear
Evil is ne'er far, tis always near
kachev Community Member 
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