RECKON THE LIGHT
You've come along, Old Paint, as far as you
ever will. Now's the time for separation.
Death and its minions are arrayed against
the channel, the provinces are in revolt, and -
oh Christ Almighty - all Thrace is already lost.
I can do no more than watch the warp and
weave of all things passing by - no changing
station here, no altering the place or the
procedure. The ledge - you know, the one
we stood upon - it too gets more inviting by
the minute. Why should I not go there again?
Without you my dear old friend. I reckon
the light there is perfect.
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I have loved you, in my way, in the very
best of all our times and visions. You were
the very best, as well - more faithful than
any beast could ever be. I am tired now,
and slim, and decimated, and my heart
breaks and my eyes weep. Weep, weep.
'Tis all I now can do. Help me.
Reckon the light to let me in.
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