Gothic 2

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Shall I write of the darkness – that around me closes?

The flickering candle’s very brightness the gloom absorbs

T’is not yet midnight, but darkness’ fingers creep

From their lurking place in the corners of the room

This is no melancholic dream, nor a depression of the mind

But uneasy realisation of the dark advance –

As the shadows encroach – over all they find

 

Padre