The Burden of Knowledge.
The silence of the moonless night was deafening.
All was ebony,
The lamplight flickers,
Illuminating the Woman.
Starlight shimmers across her brow.
Ghosting across her lips.
She rests, although in turmoil.
But not truly at peace.
Wraiths of the past and present mingle and intertwine.
There is nothing to distinguish them now.
Haunted by what has come, and what will.
The Woman who knows everything.
Cursed by her knowledge.
The red-gold and indigo of the heavens meant nothing to her now.
Rippling blue-greens against stark white could've been dust.
Lucid dreams of red fangs tearing at her sanity.
Things she sees, but cannot prevent.
Awaiting the demon of tomorrow.
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