Prayer of the Darkling

Darkness come, I watch for thee.
Wrap me in your dark, dark cloak.
Darkness come, I wait for thee.
In the place where last we spoke.

I hear thy voice; sing thy song;
Flowing freely in the night.
The music for which I long;
Chases away the cruel light.

Come and take thy little child;
Who wanders, lost through the day.
Dark and dim and richly wild,
In thine arms I want to play.

Come, fill me with thy cool warmth;
Take me to where I belong.
Where the cold, black fire gives warmth,
Other voices sing along.

As thou hears this darkling's prayer,
Calling spirits of the night,
Fear not to stand with me here,
For without dark, there's no light

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