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Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The fog dims the lights and even the sounds of your footsteps on the cobblestone. It’s hard not to give in to the dread in the air, not to clutch your skirts extra hard, not to constantly look over your shoulder at every turn. Was that a flashing lamp at the corner of your eye? Or perhaps… something else, following your breath, clinging to your hat, feeding off your growing fear?
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a…
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