The light always seem emerge at the darkest point of the night's end,
To this a question may linger,
To what may be the quiet or the end of the storm and night,
With no such answer the question remains,
The storm may rage on but the aftermath,
May have brilliance of it's own,
As the sun rises in the east just as it always has,
Maybe there is peace is the ignorant bliss
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