The Dark Night

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The Dark Night

 
His majesty stands on the edge of the cliff waiting to be pushed, as the queen of light laughs
 
and mocks him. The dimensions have been altered and realities turned to fiction. The dark night
 
is here grab your candles the angels of Babylon are coming. They will liberate you from your
 
chains, for a price. As the angels arrive their enemies come swiftly riding chariots of death and
 
plague. Where is the northern wind? When shall the west wind fall? Shall the south subdue all?
 
Or will the east wind conquer them all? Either way child you soul is forfeit. Nothing to do but
 
weep, weep as his majesty did. Although his fate was sealed do not let the queen of light trick
 
you her salvation is nothing but a mere folk tale written through the times to get you through
 
the dark nights.

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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