<span;>Whether the welkin is painted in shades <span;>of blue or obsidian, <span;>the moon's <span;>ethereal<span;> candlelight <span;>has always dawned a quelling kiss atop <span;>my often somber laced mind, <span;>and smiles to eagerly anticipatory eyes.. <span;>... As " in these moments...

Swirling space particles circling a black hole's drain Included is a menage of everything, the good, the bad, the crazy, the sane The hate swirled in with the love, riding on dark and light The particles only know their...