angels fly low across the dark sea
matter, dark matter melts reforms
and melts yet once again.
the sound, the beat of their wings
strong, loud as the sea meets the stars.
angels, dark spirits of the fallen
take heed, take heed,the darkness glides
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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