jueves, 16 de agosto de 2012

Summer dies away.

The rivers, the lakes, and the oceans, all stood still, and nothing stirred within their silent depths. Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, and their masts fell piecemeal. They slept on the abyss without a surge. The waves were dead, the tides were in their grave... And the clouds perished.

As faint as deepest sleeper's breath, an echo came as cold as death.  Long are the paths of shadow, made where no foot's print is ever laid. No moon is there, no voice, no sound of beating heart. A sigh profound.

Darkness had no need of aid from them.  
She was the universe...

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