Hark, o mine beast of black shade and moonlight,
Steal me from mine chambers in the dark night,
Wake me from restful sleep to give me sight
Of things not known, and of things to come,
Hark, o sharp edged visage of death Black Queen,
Hear mine cry of One Flesh, a soft rueful keen,
Follow mine cry of One End and be seen,
Yet not known a little, not even some.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
Hark, o mine beast of black shade and moonlight,
Steal me from mine chambers in the dark night,
Wake me from restful sleep to give me sight
Of things not known, and of things to come,
Hark, o sharp edged visage of death Black Queen,
Hear mine cry of One Flesh, a soft rueful keen,
Follow mine cry of One End and be seen,
Yet not known a little, not even some.
Gideon the Ninth. Go read it. 🖤
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