ps. Someone
please remind me what goes on in elegies? I want to write one to mourn the passing away of a great friendship between the Darkening Dawn and Sleep. 'Cuz lately it's been running away from me, and I have to keep chasing it, and it's such a sad affair that a poem is in order.
The Darkening Dawn hardly knows what to say as she looks around this familiar, yet strangely alien place, and her fingers pause over the keyboard, smothered by a wave of thoughts that will not stop to be recorded.
She supposes that perhaps she should begin with the usual appetizers, namely, how bad life has been treating her lately. Naturally, the Great and Ancient Ahmah is free to step in right here and berate her for bringing this train of misfortunes upon herself, and furthermore go into a harangue about how the Darkening Dawn should not complain because she is already doing well, etc, etc. Next in the queue, nearly stepping on the Great and Ancient Ahmah's socks in her hurry to reach the Darkening Dawn, would be an MEP girl rushing over to tell her that she should count herself lucky that she does not have an MEP test, or anything of that matter.
In response to these imaginary outbursts, the Darkening Dawn will firstly tell the Great and Ancient Ahmah that the Darkening Dawn agrees with her, nonetheless it was not in her calculations that she should be faced with a problem of
this magnitude. Then she will turn to the very flustered MEP girl and either heave a great, irritable sigh or explain, with an abundance of patience, that it was originally
her choice to enter the programme. Therefore the Darkening Dawn is forced to the conclusion that it should not be her problem that the MEP girl is forced to suffer, and the Darkening Dawn should be spared from any further torment from hearing about such... mundane things that do
not concern her.
There goes the dirty water, off the chest, down the drain. Excellent.
Oh, wait a moment. To the Great and Ancient Ahmah, the Darkening Dawn has a bone to pick with you. The Great and Ancient Ahmah may think that the Darkening Dawn has already picked it, but the Darkening Dawn likes to go through such delicate matters with great thoroughness. /bold/capitalised/why on earth did you make me director of the *insert a swear word here* family night/bold/capitalised/?
The Darkening Dawn bids all Revered Patrons a good day, buenas noche, etc, etc, for she has to leave in a tremendous hurry.
Goodbye.
Ever,
the Darkening Dawn
