He’s dark and strong -
He’s so full of might.
They call Him – Yama,
The lord of the night.
Day after day,
He deals in plight -
Chopping off some wings,
Giving some others, flight.
In the blink of an eye,
He takes and gives sight;
Deciding for Himself,
What’s wrong, what’s right.
Just and cold,
His mask’s a fright.
What He goes through, He knows
Alone – the dark knight.
Numb and alone -
night after night,
He lies on His bed -
Tired of the fight.
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