Whispers of A Blue Moon

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

I have been rather remiss in my duties I guess, due to the lack of time and the lack of inspiration. Even the part after Prelude is stuck, after 3 stanzas, the well ran dry. So I reckon you have to wait a little while longer.

But, since I was stuck on that "epic" I was working on, I decided to move on and create a 55 word poem much like what .:A:. had done. Pretty difficult moulding it into 55 words, but the basic structure is there.

Just a few more sleepless nights...

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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