Wither Lords

“A darkness in the weather of the eye Is half its light; the fathomed sea Breaks on unangled land.”  – Terran Poet Dylanne Thomas, M2

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;   Rage, rage against the dying of the light.   Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night   (D. Thomas, Terran poet, MII)