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Silas Thorne's Journal

Whim words around Byron's 'Darkness'

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The sunset choked on flames and coughed to death,
the hills, all paling in the shadow light
left us no guiding point to compass steps.
No earthling thing cried out its nighttime song.

Updated 02-11-2010 at 11:04 PM by Silas Thorne

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  1. PrinceMyshkin's Avatar
    How spooky! And how authoritatively presented! Thanks.