THE DEPARTMENT OF FORGOTTEN DRAWINGS (A Division of the International Fanzine Front)
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
The rain outside was cold in Hadrian’s soul.
The boy lay dead On the low couch, on whose denuded whole,
To Hadrian’s eyes, whose sorrow was a dread,
The shadowy light of Death’s eclipse was shed.
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