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Flora: Darkness is a shroud to cover.
Miles: Darkness is the cloak, beware.
Flora: We do not fear the vast of blackness.
Miles: We wear shadows in our hair.
Flora: Darkness calls us to a reckoning.
Miles: Call us to its close embrace.
Flora: We shall soon be there to meet it.
Miles: Though we cannot see its face.
Flora: In the dark, the raid of the ghost.
Miles: And the coffin cannot hold.
Flora: Those of us who love the darkness.
Miles: Darkness is our final throne.