Midnight Slope
Treacherous indeed
'Twixt 18 and 22
Might something be learned?
Nothing but a sign
Taken into 23
Mouthful of a name
For how can one speak
The ¤ seed that everything
Has claimed for their own?
To heights I was brought
And to darkest pits I fell
To hear voice of Love
Though nothing is known
And everything falls away
Still I have in mind
Story of midnight
Tale so resonant in parts
Whole cannot be stripped
Not by human hands
Nor by all standing against
And so you hear it
Echoed down the halls
Whispered wind in the willows
Always, till complete
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