Wednesday, August 27, 2008,9:45 PM
Your words pass through me like the tremors that sail over the strings of the harp, once a chord has been struck.

The black clouds depart to a blacker night
With sprays of light and spills of black
And while lonesome fancies slowly pervade,
Keeper of the Dark, your moon fades.
 
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