Let the Long Night End
Part XII
I’ve Gotta Be Me
Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am?
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ONCE UPON A TIME…
Let the Long Night End
Part XI
Here Comes the Boogeyman
Children, have you ever met the Boogeyman before?
No, of course you haven't, for you're much too good I'm sure
Don't you be afraid of him, if he should visit you
He's a great big coward, so I'll tell you what to do:
Hush-Hush-Hush
Here comes the Boogeyman!
"It was a strong effort of the spirit of good; but it was ineffectual. Destiny was too potent, and her immutable laws had decreed my utter and terrible destruction." – Frankenstein
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MILTON
1982, October 23rd
Let the Long Night End
Part X
Hold Back the Night
When you left
You took the sun right out of the sky
I'm wondering why you went away
Never told me, told me why
And then the sun goes down and the moon is clear
Scared to death 'cause your face appears
“Just a boy and a girl in a little canoe
And the moon shining all around
He paddled his paddle so
You couldn't even hear a sound
And they talked and they talked
Till the moon grew dim,
He said you better kiss me
Or get out and swim
So what you gonna do in a little canoe
Let the Long Night End
Part IX
Misty
Look at me
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree
And, I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud
I can't understand,
I get misty just holding your hand
“A baker lives here in the city,
He bakes cookies mostly all-day long.
He bakes big ones, he bakes small ones,
He bakes a few with sugar on top.
And in his window hangs Christmas tree decorations
And horses, pigs and gingerbread.
And if you're kind you can have some,
But if you're bad you must leave!” – Sockerbagaren: A Christmas Carol
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LEVI
September 9th
Let the Long Night End
Part VII
Time Has Told Me
Time has told me; You came with the dawn
A soul with no footprint; A rose with no thorn
Your tears they tell me, there’s really no way
Of ending your troubles
With things you can say
“But when he clearly recognized the pilot,
He cried: “Make haste, make haste to bow the knee!
Behold the Angel of God!” – The Divine Comedy, Purgatorio, Canto II
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MILTON
September 3rd
Waynesboro, West Virginia
Let the Long Night End
Part VI
After You’ve Gone
Oh, after the years, we've been together
The joy and tears and all kinds of weather
Someday, blue and downhearted
You'll long to be with me right back where you started
After I'm gone, after I'm gone away
“Hunting is a relic of the barbarous spirit that thirsted formerly for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.” ―Christian Nestell Bovee
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LANGLEY
1982, August 12th
Near Charlottesville, West Virginia
A lonely boy, slipping into manhood. A sleeping 'girl', frozen in childhood. A forlorn stray, ill-met by moonlight. A weary shepard seeking guidance, uncertain of the unseen. Let the right one in, let the old dreams die, let the wrong ones go...and let the long night end.
Chapter 4 A Day in the Sun
"If the sun touches me for a moment but no longer, I burn but I can heal," Abby explained. "Anything longer than that and I will probably die. Do you understand?"
"Of course, Miss Abby," Edward assured her. "Every precaution has been taken. This is the innermost parlor at Kimball House. The nearest windows are three rooms over, but they are north facing and so do not admit sunlight. Plus all first-floor drapes are to remain closed throughout the day. My father and I will labor from sunrise to sundown, ensuring your safety."
Chapter 3 Idylls of the King
Abby loved it that people gossiped about her. It meant she could join her fellow hotel guests for dinner and receive no unpleasant questions about her family, her illness, or her refusal to eat. Instead she could relax and enjoy the marvel that was her sister.
Chapter 2 Coca-Cola
Abby awoke, opened the trunk lid, and hopped out into a well-appointed hotel room. She glanced through the drapes and discovered herself to be five stories above a gas-lit city street. A horse and buggy drove by, then another, bumping over cobblestones and rails.
