Meeting at MidnightA Poem by SuhdInspired from Robert Browning's PoemThe overwhelming dread seen and felt The same that Helen of Troy oft feared, The distant gongs of midnight donged While waiting for the pointy prow. With mischief in her bosom bored she left and dropped the epistle behind As her feet through the fields hurried into an old fashioned farm and waited, Before old age could dribble through her dreadlocks, A faint knock at the pane and calling of her name in a hushed voice, she lighted The candle and the two hearts lit with it.
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