Friday, November 14, 2008

Night, The Huntress Comments

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Though the huntress, Night, can now no longer prowl,
Black as a nun, beneath her chilling, cold, cavernous cowl,
Like a pitch-dark panther padding, claws all sheathed,
Through our bright, unsleeping, lamp-lit city’s streets,
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C Richard Miles
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