It had been a cold gray day, shadows reached out to greet him before he knocked on darkness' door
Night had always been a gracious host, serving him sweetened dreams and a warmed glass of hope
But tonight he had different expectations
Cold bitter nightmares, a martyr's drink, served with aged crow lay on the table
He felt a draft blow through his bones, the kitchen now closed
A meager cold supper on a winter's night
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: July 14th, 2026 02:37
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