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Come here into the deep den of night.
Look now with soft eyes, find no light.
Peer closer in, the forgotten sin.
To know how our kin
can not comprehend such a sight.
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- | Submitted on 07/31/2009 |
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- Title: Mire of Generation
- Artist: We Used to Vacation
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Description:
A limmerick I did some years ago. I touched it up a little.
Please tell me what you think, and what interpretation you get from it. :] - Date: 07/31/2009
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- Amoreth - 07/31/2009
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Comprehension of the darkness is not ours to own. Things that dreams are made of lurk there, wonders beyond our wildest imaginations--and, surely, the essence of nightmares and all evil make their home within the folds of night.
I like this entry. It is inspiring. - Report As Spam