And in the darkness lingered death
With foul, fetid, claiming breath
It wrapped around me like a pall
And nothing more do I recall
Not joys of life
Nor pangs of strife
Before that final fated fall.
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About Me
- The Mad Archivist
- The fantastic voyage through life is experienced but once. In most cases, if not all, each life bears a single personality; a demeanor that grows within and is strengthened over time. But mine is not such a case. I am a thespian, and my lifelong vocation as an archivist is to capture every personality possible. For if we are allotted but a single life, why not pursue all the avenues it proffers.
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