Deep and dark are his comfort
Black is his favourite to wear
The complete stillness fills him
In the chill of the night he stares
Eerie for others but not for him
It's solemn, quiet and peaceful
The beauty of midnight he says
Contains not one thing that is dull
He looks out into the dark night
This is where he belongs he says
There's a certain kind of calmness
Not like daytime where it's a mess
A word I seen online last night
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