

Night of the Singing CrowsI lie awake, collecting senses out of stupor, still drunk with the vapors of moonlight-pierced nightmares. Vague memories Id long relinquished begged me to piece them back again. and who was I to defy the voices from my dreams?Night of the Singing Crows
Eons ago; Snuggled in a cradle. before words could fall from my mouth and all the world was unknown marvels; a day that memories werent meant to reach. I was rudely aroused (as I am now) By a song sang by black flocks of crows bursting through the walls; its cacophony terrifies me- so young and fragile a boy.
Zhu
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"Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them". - (Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare: Act II, Scene V).
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