A poem, by Brighty
The night is dark
Your blood is red
The demons spook the silent
And I spook the weak
When I watch the northern lights
I hope I'll get to walk with you
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The night is cold
Your body is dead
The rain is gone
The day has end
When I watch the northern lights
I hope I'll get to walk with you
~
The night is gone
Your face has bled
I cry for you
And wish you best
When I watch the northern lights
I hope I'll get to walk with you
~
The night is here
My blood is red
I die on the road
Awaiting a bed
And when the northern lights come again
I know I'll get to walk with you