Dawn is insensitive to circumstance
Apart, it should had leased dark it's expanse
As when I was ejected -child of the night
Wrenched to dark naked plight
In tough turbulent tide
Birthed on a thorny sorry site
Where the sweetest sound is "rumble"
And the spiky wind (regardless of my tenderness) does tumble
In abode meant for toy and smile lay toil and sigh
Every seeming mirth picked a wing and fly
Hope always out of reach
And joy? they're reserved for the rich
Such and such the fate of child born of night
That he may fight but fated to abysmal plights
©godsent
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