"And the moon in haste eclipsed her,
and the Sun in anger swore
He would curl his wick within him
and give light to you no more."
Aristophanes (Greek, c450-385 BC) Chorus of Clouds (423BC)
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The Afterlife
Fanfiction"Waning! Crescent! Here she comes, wise. The moon made of me on its own it shall rise. Wind! Wind! It blows! Wind! To our draughting tree. Cry, my dear; with wind sure falls water, cry, with wind and water comes life, so I live; it is true - the win...
Prologue: The Lunar Eclipse
"And the moon in haste eclipsed her,
and the Sun in anger swore
He would curl his wick within him
and give light to you no more."
Aristophanes (Greek, c450-385 BC) Chorus of Clouds (423BC)
