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// Nuntium Pro Liberi: Umbra Et Clavis 
// Story: Cave Inanilogistam 
// by Betless 
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Expected once, yet surprised by thee
Softly and swiftly in dead dark of night
Stopping to chat but with 'ere far of flight
Thou bow, take leave, and choose not to bring me. 
From midnight on, I sit unfeelingly
And pensive, wond'ring how I spared your sight
Was it my works that lit the thread alight,
Or did Fate's shears mismanage destiny? 
Until the sky turned pale, I, frightened and alone
Mundanely left my thoughts to frantic pace
But now that chance is, still, granting me its grace
A fool am I to ask unto the stone.
Among short lives, the soulless and the free,
I will strive east, towards the rising sun.

Print, Small. "The Unheeded." Memoirs and Vignettes III, edited by Clearsight Quarry, 2nd Edition, Panoramic Publishers,  985 L.P., pp. 98