Saturday, March 19, 2011 @10:20 PM
In the darkest hollows long stolen from Light,
A new kind of Conscience dost creep
That once is, dost plague thy human Psyche
Ne'er so swiftly, nor e'er so deep.
Our Darkness creeps, fills every crack;
Passion'd Suns mere Spartans 'midst Blight.
The brighter burns the candlewick,
The blacker bleeds the night.