I rather like the darkness
Though difficult to see
I'm unaware of monsters near
And they do not see me
There's safety in lack of light
But the truth is hard to tell
Monsters search not by sight
But by their sense of smell
Mourning are the players
For campsites and for inns
While in the darkness slayers
Lay in wait to do us in
Blessed be the dawning
New day upon the land
No more to be a yawning
Adventure is near at hand
So raise your lanterns high
Cast Illumination in your wake
The day will come by and by
And darkness you'll forsake
(another bad poem day!
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