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Newborn Darkness

The light is old
wrinkled and cold,
crippled by the godly fold
till darkness is made bold.

Darkness is born
without tail or horn.
Darkness is born
with new look adorned.

Everything feels right
in the wake of darkness.
Daylight became night
as darkness replaced brightness.

Darkness weighed tonnes of light
in the weighing scale of wrong and right.
Darkness is the new light
with upgraded width and height.

Who is the mother of Darkness?
Who nurtured and weaned him?
Alas! He is made in her likeness,
a feature unaltered to the brim.

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