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Blacken trod the rain splashed souls,
Amber throbs the heart within.
Modernistic troubadour,
Opener of darkened doors.
You romancer of Cu Chulainn,
Muse of opportunity.
Ebon cirrus burrows in
Tearing flesh taps spinally.
Honey drips thick throughout,
Mind reels while body shivers.
You can’t help but make me scream,
Spirit of howling Rhymni.
I must survive this hard bout,
Kind endeavors noble sir,
Endless love remains devout.
Long tethers ooze and quiver.
