Hitherto

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(Until now)

It was a cold night,
and our spine shivers,
The night wasn't fine,
And home wasn't nigh.

The dark sky beams no light
and darkness was at its prime,
We lit our touches
to keep the night watch,
Silence and cold was this very night.

Awake through the gloom
We stood our ground,
Hoping for beams of sunshine,
Across the horizon, we gazed.

The terror of the dark is real,
Watch and pray; says the good Shepherd,
For darkness consumes the heart,
The terror of the night is real,
But the return of the Sun is certain.
∞ ∞ ∞
— Cotek
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