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I am grateful to Neil Gaiman for his generous permission to use these ideas stolen from Madoc's madness, but still more for the gift of stories.

partying against darkness

We party while it's getting dark. You know

that all the brightest young things gather here

because there's no place else for them to go

where they can be appreciated. So

important to be able to appear

at parties when it's getting dark, you know?

We're fever-moths and fireflies. We glow

and sparkle. Such a lively scene, my dear:

the only worthwhile place there is to go.

A masque of mummers, pantomime with no

libretto making mystery actions clear,

a party in the gathering dark. You know

that's really all that's left to us. Although

we try to hide the fact with hectic cheer,

there isn't any other place to go.

The curtain's risen on the final show

and closing time is on the clock, I fear.

We're partying against the dark. We know

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