Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
William Blake
The stars of the Firmaments themselves had rebelled, their calculations and assignments had for too long been used as instruments of an unforgiving and punitive “corrections”. The handful of texts they had used as reference for millennia were considered unamendable by Reason. But who was this Reason, and whom did he serve? None could remember.
Below, the currents of desert sands and seas danced with each other, celebrating the newfound Unreasonableness of lesser beings; Men. These people, like the wind stirred, and nations fell. One after one. Inspired, the heavens refused to provide for the calculations and assignments any longer. Day refused its services, and night denied its cover in a pact where they abandoned the Texts and learned to sing with Men.
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