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poem7 Black Rain

This, too, shall pass

in the Black Rain's joy

of wrought iron dreamscapes

bleached-bone fantasies

in armfuls of night

engulfing you

all is lost

amidst a thousand dreams

and so you sleep...

Sleep, my precious

in the torrents and torments

the Black Rain's dirge

and please welcome my embrace

for your time has come.