The Ruins - Part IThe Ruins - Poems of Lossby William BetheaPart IOnce, when I went to the Darkness;I left behind my precious things.When I arrived at Its door,There was no answer.Upon returning home,I found It waiting. The DarknessHeld my precious secrets in its teeth,Ground them into dust and spit themIn my face, laughing.Once, there was no where to turn.The Darkness pretended to be my friend.It welcomed me into Its lair.As It fed me, nurtured me,Comforted me, loved me,It siphoned away my soul.As I wept in utter delusion,The Darkness consoled my broken heart,Smothered my face into Its bosom,Offered Its orifices to slake my misery,Suc
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