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And as the night rent open...
Lightning split the dark clouds,
Red as blood, and redder still
As though his lifeblood was spilling out
To be soaked up by the unfeeling grass.
He lay, stretched out
Accepting his fate...
No will to fight...
Night, night
Everlasting Night
Trying to take him
Take him away.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Okay. Now. xD I was depressed...so this happened. I may do a second part. What do you guys think?

Image ©: Me.
Wolf©:
Lightning Brushes©:
Grass©:
Mountains©: *flails* I can't find whoever I got the mountains from!! If anyone knows, please tell me...
ARGH!
Sky©:
Rain Brushes©:

Description
And as the night rent open...
Lightning split the dark clouds,
Red as blood, and redder still
As though his lifeblood was spilling out
To be soaked up by the unfeeling grass.
He lay, stretched out
Accepting his fate...
No will to fight...
Night, night
Everlasting Night
Trying to take him
Take him away.

Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Okay. Now. xD I was depressed...so this happened. I may do a second part. What do you guys think?

Image ©: Me.
Wolf©:
Lightning Brushes©:
Grass©:
Mountains©: *flails* I can't find whoever I got the mountains from!! If anyone knows, please tell me...
ARGH!
Sky©:
Rain Brushes©: