Scintillating stars.
Falling like that of the first snow on a winters' day.
Moon as bright as midnights gold.
Shadowing light of midnights day.
Wind flees from heavens sight.
Crimson sea from crimson night.
Dungeon dark as dungeon cold.
Perish my sins from blessings told.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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Comments1
Oh so good - and then went and looked up Nepenthe and it's the perfect title!
Thank you very much.
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