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    Quest

    Black night sparkling stars
    swords of knights in battle ,
    moonlight rays of blood
    history of the unknown travels.

    Gray clouds company of the defeated
    bodies slained by the past wars trusted ,
    surround the moon as the shadows
    sleep in the horizon seeking for justice.

    Nightlight beam residuo of flesh
    terminator of the worst quest.
    Sleep thy night in the most glorious sorrow
    during the cavalier battle of today's tomorrow.


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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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