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YOUR DARKNESS, SORCERESS-BLACK,

has dazed my days, dear mother.

How are you? Lost, alack,

seems my soul, missing, rather.

Say, will I find myself?

I go deep, searching, yearning,

by flickering dream I delve,

that shivers, meekly burning,

through dark mist I explore,

the barren pit floor wander,

for fellowship implore:

and receive no rejoinder.