Arthur Edwardson


The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone are we the forgotten.
We are the light for which you lust
Which flares once, then dies,
We are swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
And all hope must surely perish.

Surely your heart desires no more.
Yet, how could you fail to believe?
Lifes shadows surround us, crying,

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