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>> White Horse <<

White horse dead. Mule of water laced of cloves Tendered in it's stead. Handsome stock unstirred. Of pride Licked, drawn, underfed. In evening haunts of fright by blight, Nyx's children work the night. Aching cravings charm til numbed, Embraced, we curl in Somnus' arms, For soon his winged brother comes. Torch of darkness.