Darkness has won - though street-lamps soldier on 

Still overall oblivion’s in the sky

Thick and ruthless enemy of the eye

The colour that means everything is gone

Into the abyss where hearts are out of hope

Crying, I cannot cope!

But this victory cannot last – what stirs?

In the exhausted heart that still will beat,

Acceleration! And now sudden heat

Arises from the melting ice, incurs

Black’s hatred, and light streams a vital shaft

And joy displays his craft

And instantly creation is ablaze

With “I love Alison” the magic phrase! 

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