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Into the Darkness
Cruelly seduced by the night,
into darkness my mind took flight,
through sooty clouds,
away on high
where only angels heard me cry.
My thoughts did spill from poets pen,
dripping blood, black as
ink, and then,
leaving streams and deepening pools
of despair where the black queen rules.
I ascended to that
vaulted realm so cold,
where poets grow mad, but never old,
spinning verses from sable fleece,
and weaving sagas
which never cease.
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