When night gathers in to envelop me
and naught fills the void of this gaping space,
When clouds shroud the moon in complicity
and darkness replaces the light of grace,
When anguish effaces felicity
and blackness has offered its cold embrace,
I could choose surrender to cheerless night.
Instead, I rely on my inner light.
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Author Notes
This poem follows the syllable count and rhyme scheme of the ottava rima with 10 syllables per line and rhyming in an abababcc pattern. However, the meter is a mix of iambic and anapestic feet. Just read the lines as you would naturally and it should flow.
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