Poem Number 2 Everyone.
'Tis now a world of black and white
Shadowed bouquets in my sight
Seems first that I don't belong
Yet Here I stand, dark and bright
It hasn't yet now been too long
Since we've last now heard birdsong
Alas 'twas something hither
That's but now all gone
Here we are, let us not wither
For among us eldritch things slither
Isn't it too much to ask from above
Strand us ourselves in this dither
The world's yet not within our glove
Yet all here are within our love
Infinite are what's unknown of
Infinite are what's unknown of.
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