"Madrigal Of The Fall"
Spineless man, In the mist,
Standing repute, Idly darkening
Quailing To The Moon.
Clouds beckoning
Iridescently, cold
This man of somber hue
Bristled to the wind,
Silently
Sauntering down this path of lethe.
-Me
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