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In a Dark Time



In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the

beasts of the hill and serpents of a iniquity den.



                                                                                                    T.R.