Et Nox Facta Est

Bipolarhead suggested some light reading for the darkness. My favorite for falling into the void is Victor Hugo’s La Fin de Satan:

Et nox facta est
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Depuis quatre mille ans il tombait dans l’abîme

Il n’avait pas encor pu saisir une cime,
Ni lever une fois son front démesuré.
Il s’enfonçait dans l’ombre et la brume, effaré,
Seul, et derrière lui, dans les nuits éternelles,
Tombaient plus lentement les plumes de ses ailes.

Powerful stuff,.

My poor translation:

Et nox facta est

For four thousand years he had fallen into the pit.

He was never again able to soar to the heights,
Nor even once to raise his foul visage.
He was surrounded by the twilight and the mist,
frightened, alone in the eternal nights,
and behind him the feathers dropped slowly from his wings.

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