The last candle
Dies
Before my eyes,
And in the darkness
I find my prize
My teeth
Glint
In a smile of mint--
Of my intentions
I give no hint
Through so long of a
Night
I develop a blight,
But I'm too devastated
To put up a fight;
No time left
For fright
Author notes
Poem #3 for LA
This went rather off topic...the first part was about something...and then toward the end it started to be about the scene where Saliman gets the White Sickness in The Singing...
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