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Nameless Nameless Poem Poem for for a a Dark Dark Kin
Kin
Dearest, stake the instant - thou they cannot
see,
Hurt amongst the blind, deaf amongst the
kind,
For they, the naive – stoic pillars of our days,
Manifold crowd a path littered in tears
(from our oh-too reddened eyes).
Daresay I, be it so, dark one!
Cast these blades anon if thou wilt;
They are too crude for such as thee, I
understand,
Beareth the fools nay means but the quills to
stitch,
And us, feathers for sorrow oft too fit,
Yet amply apt to delve,
If we may,
Into the deep warmth of reverie,
Thoughts of peace and firelight
To a sweeter verse in romance.
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