"Queen of Air and Darkness"

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Today is being a day. To make up for the fact that I'm likely not going to get to look at my flist today or tomorrow, have a beautiful poem of defiance and doom.

Her strong enchantments failing,
her towers of fear in wreck,
her limbecks dried of poisons
and the knife at her neck.

The Queen of air and darkness
begins to shrill and cry,
'O, young man, O my slayer,
to-morrow you shall die.'

O Queen of air and darkness,
I think 'tis truth you say,
and I shall die to-morrow;
but you will die to-day.
--A.E. Housman