All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Another evening gone, then. He was running out of those much faster than he would like.” — James Islington Copy Share Image
