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The Dark

In the days that run slow
and travel without regrets,
in the depth black of my mind,
the Dark hides, quiet.
Black coloured Angel,
deep and austere judge.
Angel from a past time,
hard and pitiless soldier.
He observes acute, with milk eyes,
my merits and my misdeeds.
He marks all, with thin handwriting,
on sheets of shade that puts away.
With fright and with fear,
I open my eyes and I wring my heart,
I've understood what it's happening:
inside me the Evil overcomes the Good!

I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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