In the dark recesses of the night,
I heard the scribbling sound of woe and pain,
Cursing its heart
To leave her thoughts and leave her be,
To dwell in the past for the future to the repast,
To rekindle once distinguished kindled fire of
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The Night Visitor
PoetryIn the dark recesses of the night, I heard the scribbling sound of woe and pain, Cursing its heart To leave her thoughts and leave her be, To dwell in the past for the future to repast, To rekindle once distinguished kindled fire of Passion an...