The Languor of a Dreary Night

Once upon a lonely eve when all seemed too awful to bear

I looked out of the window with the curtains wrapped around me

And I shrieked into the night

“Your gods can’t stop me, and if they try, I’ll cause their downfall -

A theomachy!”

And they tried to despoil me from my bed

And my diaphanous sheets

But I called out my battle cry

And attempted my coup d’etat

The vox populi can’t stop me!

But sadly it was all a grand wile

For I soon realized that it was all the languor of a dreary night

 

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