Wednesday, September 12, 2012
The Hour of the Wolf.
Ponderous nights have never been ready friends for restless young men.
Much like clammy summer days.
Ponderous nights have never been ready friends for restless young men.
Who dream of great things with restless hearts in the deafening yet pregnant silence amidst the gathering shadows.
Of Fortune.
And Glory.
Of Hearth and Home.
Of Faraway Lands.
And the Written Word.
Ponderous nights have never been ready friends for restless young men.
Who dream of great things.
While lying awake.
In the pregnant silence of countless nights.
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