Woof.

[catsidhe]

Again that dark   and midnight dog
out of skulking   shadow comes
baleful eye   upon me fixed
to still that bright   and shining fire
which burns to ward   away the night;
that night which brings   not restful sleep
but racking wretched   wakefulness,
which hides the   creeping devils
and crushes   hope of morning.

Please forgive this doggerel. haha.

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[ravenseer.livejournal.com]

*hugs*
I know where you are at honey.
I feel it.
Poem rocks, by the way. Even in a funny, dark, cynical kind of way.