The day ends

The day ends.
When the sun descends.
When the earth bends.
When the darkness mends.
Some say it’s the time for Fiends.
But it depends.
For some, love ascends.
For some, fear stands.
For some, hell lands.
For some, beauty expands.
Like day night can be spent.
It’s our choice how we pretend.
But what we can do, the day will ends.
The day should ends.
’Cause this is the only way to find out, in the end, what stands.

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