Feeling a bit poetic tonite.
Mother of mercy.
Queen of night.
From the womb of Chaos we walk.
Created from the strands of time.
Moving blindly forward into the past....
Nothing but dust beneath our feet.
Yet, another one....
Do you hear the call of Creation?
Shouting in total silence?
It speaks only your name...
In hope of your return...
To Chaos' cold embrace.
Queen of night.
From the womb of Chaos we walk.
Created from the strands of time.
Moving blindly forward into the past....
Nothing but dust beneath our feet.
Yet, another one....
Do you hear the call of Creation?
Shouting in total silence?
It speaks only your name...
In hope of your return...
To Chaos' cold embrace.
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So THAT is why you were up so late last night!
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