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Forest of Darkness: Prologue
Part I
January, Two-Thousand Thirteen
The curtain closes—actors head back-stage;
The over-flowing opera-house stands desolate.
The night is young—people rush home—people of every age.
Merriment then painful silence—a fickle fate!
Today, the curtain closes on year-twenty-eight,
Tomorrow, its failures—achievements—just a story.
The withered man stricken with years sat where I sit:
For him ‘twenty-eight’ is forgotten memory.
From the melancholy of silence comes a whisper,
And my despair for fleeting-youth and coming-years
Diminishes—‘the phantoms frightens not Father’.
The road is rough and night is near! I’ll face my fears.
In two hours I’m twenty-eight no more,
But God my God is God forevermore.