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Jester in penumnbra

You think me a coward,  
a jester- a man- profoundly wayward  
in the dark arts lacking paths  
unnumbered by you and all the elders
like the nomads guarding caves
and the sinners taunting saints
hidden from the unseeing eye
 
Sta in umbra I  
 
One day soon we will correct you;
carpe noctem and come for you
Written by wanderer (Faceless)
Published | Edited 6th Jul 2018
Author's Note
A referral. A threat. Or an attempt at mystery.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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