They stood at the end of the tobacco row, just beyond where the north end of the field met the woods. They stood in the shadows, perfectly still, watching only her. They reminded her of deer: thin ... [+]
The universe, hath begun
Entropy presents, one condition:
Our souls entangle, in remission
Light and dark, forever between
Within them, an object mediates: a machine
Born of evil and good, it has one mission:
To set the world into premonition
We find, we grieve, things we weave
Together, forever, they never leave
Folklore of lore, will always galore
Eternal our memories, forevermore