he sits alone in the dim light,
not needing the glow from his small lamp.
two hundred years have come and gone
since the minx with those raven curls stole his mortality.
now, haunted by the sleeping angel and
reflecting upon the things he’d been denied in life,
he makes a desperate plea to a god
who has always forsaken him
to save him from this unnatural hell.
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