Lay for the Day 1st
undead of all species get their feast, and the various servants of the
Dark Side, but we don't make much fuss of the Church’s wonder-workers
and martyrs today, or the souls of the departed tomorrow.
All Saints, All Souls and Halloween
Remember there are good times after the bad
and bad times again beyond those.
Thats where memory helps,
embracing good and bad together.
My work is now yours,
being all that I was,
for art is unforgetting.
Unforgetting and helping others
not to forget.
I love you, then I feel my
to produce anything here worthy of its source.
I love you but my pen is failing
to produce anything here but words.
Words are a common love;
they bind us as much as love.
Words and love both insist
that we continue when we would be finished
and remember, which we do not.
I hope everything works out
well for you.
I cant draw you all into one picture
for a while yet, at least;
but I will. I hope
that works out well for me.
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