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Nyx
At 4:11 a.m. on 2004-07-13
Spirit of night
The length of her darkness
Never knows end
Her cup overflowing
Waxes ebon night wind
Her fogs and her fathoms
Are truly her own
She spins in the fog
At one with the night
The moon darkened
By her presence alight
Daughter of Chaos
Sister to Darkness
Mother of Discord, Death, and Fate
Nyx is the Darkness
End of the Light
Before ________&________After
Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12
Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice,
pull up a chair by this, the fire,
drink long, the ink and wine are able,
the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full,
pull the cork and pour another,
hide your eyes deep in the swallow,
and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink,
and let the ruin stain those lips,
I beg and hope to share this hour,
but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday
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