3 bits from the Hive Mind

It had come to be almost one hour before midnight. Immersed in the cold of a winter night that was reaching full strength, I sat in the ...

Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable s...

Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou ...