The moon slips away, but it matters not, it has never been her light anyway. By the way, the monster paid a visit, once was a fair fight, twice was a persistent stupidity.
Here within the shadows, lies the long awaited respite. Let the ghosts of days linger, let the light burst through the early December rain and caress thy fire.
And good morning to you too, Asparagus… have you found what you seek?