"O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!"
The Hermit cross'd his brow.
"Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say—
What manner of man art thou?"

Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd
With a woful agony,
Which forced me to begin my tale;
And then it left me free.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

when darkness comes for you...

hush...

it is quiet...
dark and quiet...

but scampering feet are audible from your bed...
*you fidget, toss, and turn*

the translucent jalousie glows dimly of yellow orange-ish light from the electric post not 15
feet from your window.

but inside...
in your room...

darkness abounds...

the abysmal predicament seems thicker tonight...
take me darkness!
show me what makes you beyond human...

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