shadows of the night

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How black is the night.
When shadows reap.
Spirits deep inside,
cry in crushed earth.
beneath the water,
there's no breath.
In the womb there's
no time.
In pain we suffer.
In sorrow we wheap.
We count the losses,
trying to release.
Its gone to none,
for a shadow casts
its spell.
Before the day even begun.