"Nightfall.
What a strange word.
'Night' I get.
But 'fall' is a gentle word.
Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace
to carpet the earth with their dying blaze.
Tears fall, like liquid diamonds
shimmering softly, before they fall away.
Night doesn't fall here.
It comes slamming down."
~Faefever, Karen Marie Moning
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