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*watches his wife sleep*
*reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a small slip of parchment*
*rolls it up, and slips it into her hand*
Who knows what dark ways Death wends
Between breath and failing breath,
Binding hope in knotted skeins
To night's slow solitude,
To the hushing of the winds,
And the soft shades of twilight?
But when the pale sunlight fades,
When there is no surcease
In the dark land's silence,
And heart's hope lies in bond,
His touch, too, falters, halts.
Unbroken in tender might,
Smiling she stands silent in the starlight.
*sits out on the balcony drinking strong black coffee*
*reaches into the bedside table and pulls out a small slip of parchment*
*rolls it up, and slips it into her hand*
Who knows what dark ways Death wends
Between breath and failing breath,
Binding hope in knotted skeins
To night's slow solitude,
To the hushing of the winds,
And the soft shades of twilight?
But when the pale sunlight fades,
When there is no surcease
In the dark land's silence,
And heart's hope lies in bond,
His touch, too, falters, halts.
Unbroken in tender might,
Smiling she stands silent in the starlight.
*sits out on the balcony drinking strong black coffee*