At times I wonder, what is it that a man lurks around for in the silent corner of the enchanted night while the crowd gathers around the burning logs in the revelry of the millenia. What is it that his mute mind whispers to the wind behind his ears as the silhouettes of the forms swinging by the firelight gently morph into shadows of wolves, dancing in harmony to the decadence of the un-dying night.And why is it that he feels a smile stretch across his cheek while drops of tears stagger down his moist skin like a river cascading down the scars of an abandoned past.
Perhaps, that is why no matter how much we enlighten ourselves we shall be no more wiser than this fool in the corner that is throwing his tear-laden smile at us.
-him...
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