:: Soul of the Warrior MUD ::
I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath -- little of Earth in it -
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute: -
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer by.

- Poe / To ---

It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.