Darkness, my old friend

And with the words unspoken, the emptiness of the night, cut away by the screaming of the sky, receding footsteps faintly lingering, with each distant splash, he knew without doubt, the ebbing darkness, would come flooding back, and that stain upon his heart, would seep inside the cracks, the sting of frigid pain would soon again become his life with every beating moment he would return to ice. And yet he knew, no matter how fleeting, he had never truly left, his own hell, of his own creation.

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[HummingMaster]

I like how the poem is dark
And how "And with the words unspoken, the emptiness of the night, cut away by the screaming of the sky" sounds like a spell, this is my favourite part. Great intro.
Keep up the good work! :D