Leave Something for the Archaeologists
Alexandria
2003-10-01 4:37 pm
Rage Against the Dying of the Light...
The Dark Time has come upon us again. The chill creeps back into the wind, and the Aten sinks to sleep below the horizon, earlier everyday. My petals wilt. Precious few moments of daylight in which to exist, in between the cold and relentless midnight. My eyes darken to Chernobog.
And you have renewed your subscription to the I'm-so-Goth-I'm-clinically-depressed newsletter.
I'd rather have the light. But the fire's gone out. Amarna succombs to the dark.
