Woe to me, woe indee'd; for certainly this be dream, and if it be the unconscious summoning this most sweet sight, pray allow the mind ne'er to betray the Goddess of this night.
Woe it is, for every time at rest is the only time she in one of many guises may play part in pantomime, idolaters be damned they know not nor can they...
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kspec:
This is a lovely poem. Reminds me of the days when I used to make my own (& there were a lot of those). Most importantly, thank you so much for the supportive words and encouragement on my set (as well as the suggestions). Will keep those in mind. Take care, good sir.
