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Exhortation To the Night: a Halloween Poem
Exhortation to the Night What are the breaths that fill this night? Exhaled by things that shun the touch of light? Who accepts the burden of the pressing dark? Who faces the Abyss to read its Mark? Down in the blackness We dance and drum, Exhorting the Unknown To Manifest and come. We wheel through the Void Between the stars Accepting its taint and all that it mars. Because we are the believers in Divine Disorder, The ones who prowl on reality's border We the bearers of an Alternate Truth: The universe was different in its youth. Back when the stars had just begun to burn, The Watchers formed and began to learn The evil secrets locked in space, The musings of gods that have no face. Enrobed in darkness We writhe and turn Wanting to know Yet fearing to learn The awful truths That bend the mind And separate us from our kind. Ours are the breaths that chill the night. Ours the eyes that shun the light. We accept the mantle of the dark. We behold the Abyss and feel its mark.
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