What Happened At Flint Ridge Falls

It was a strange sensation to me,

How right it felt to feel nothing at all,

As we crept up the stone-faced wall

At Flint Ridge Falls.

And I was told the story

Of Darting Moth,

Who committed herself

To the frothing mouth

Of the landscape’s namesake

As her lover’s younger brother

Came too late to the scene…

Yes, Darting Moth

Forever destined to follow

The light,

It would seem.

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