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Night’s child

Wild. Free.

Pinprick pain of mist flowing

Like blood through a

River of trees, carrying

Me to oblivion.

Autumn chill. Hold me tighter!

Let me feel the beating of your--

Silence.

Dead calm.

Sound of my soul flowing

Into yours. Birth of another

Night’s Childe.