Dark days and bright nights,
Wrenched you but didn’t surprise.
What you hold came with a price,
Not to lose the sight was your choice.
Landing on the ground to guide,
It made you surpass to ignite.
The realm of visions were unidentified,
Where spirits and shadows remain unclassified.
From the virtues and vice to the inseparable demise,
Born and alive are few to state wise.
Dark days and bright nights,
Will help you to cross wild tides.
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