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Humble Narrator: Endless moonlight casts long shadows Upon two hoods, riding far... Past berry fields of bony gallows; A LONG & WINDING road. Mr. Hood (to self): & Death himself is fast asleep. I hear clicking, sighing, distant seas. On the starboard the Stranger's bike it creeps. O tell me Echo, who doth this be? Lady Hood (to self): Who is this Rider who shares my way? & where did THIS ENDLESS ROAD begin? Alas, on THIS PATH I shall stay & see my Demons to the end. Mr. Hood (to self): THE PATH diverges up ahead. A Phantom beckons me with needle, thread- The COLD RIGHT PATH I shall tread Until I wake or slumber dead. Lady

Smoke signals in space I hang your calling lights out Make moths of us all