I smile
as for I know tonight
the black raven shall sing the song of the moon's sweet bliss
In hopes of your eternal slumber
unknown by the surface of the earth
and the sun's soothing touch
of hope and prosperity.
I smile
as for I know tonight
the black raven shall sing the song of the moon's sweet bliss
In hopes of your eternal slumber
unknown by the surface of the earth
and the sun's soothing touch
of hope and prosperity.
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Comments1
Interesting. Solemn darkness, not hoped for. You seem to weave one narrative while portraying its opposite meaning.
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