Night, whose forces speak with voices terrible--
That ride in gilded livery, of blue and gray
Who's howling is the treacherous wind
--Night, your every hour bleak, unbearable:
Let Night now spare one soul's delivery,
For whom I pray; They are the light,
They are the light
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Author:
Reivax Camlost (
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