Pale eyelids of night closed for the last time
petrifying all angels with white pouring tears,
while infernal voices from within call for sin
on rusty strings of lyre, a sad serenade begins.
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Flight of sirly ravens! In the night with the memories of the past. Nice piece of work.
I can never pass up a poem that has a " come hither and read me" title! ! !