Farewell My Darklings Muse:

I cast you now to the fire temples of destruction until next time we meet upon the ravens song echoing from the gallows of Dark Poetry October....

"Or rest not sweet children of mother's flame
burn not your sleepy eyes under the foresting pines
for you are in control of your darkness and light
and the voices of spiritual conception singing to the hymnals of your evocative soul as you will evermore
contain to the freewill of the sacred muses... "

Poetry by: Victoria L. McColley 2011

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