Lament of the Moon

Pen and the Inkpot

Oh, pale artist of weariness and vanity!
Must I make amends for the labours I spent
Under your feet and at the solemn shadows under your eyes?
I have since then sat down, being tired of imitating,
besides the river of my sacramental tears.
Your fear of being famous
stops me from baptising you.
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~ by Bombadil on February 11, 2008.

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