Flora:
Darkness is a shroud to cover.
Miles:
Darkness is the cloak, beware.
Flora:
We do not fear the vast of blackness.
Miles:
We wear shadows in our hair.
Flora:
Darkness calls us to a reckoning.
Miles:
Call us to its close embrace.
Flora:
We shall soon be there to meet it.
Miles:
Though we cannot see its face.
Flora:
In the dark, the raid of the ghost.
Miles:
And the coffin cannot hold.
Flora:
Those of us who love the darkness.
Miles:
Darkness is our final throne.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:25