Serevan Thorne . ° | °∵ ∵° | ° . . ° | °∵ ∵° | ° . My head was warm/My skin was soaked/I called your name till the fever broke/When I awoke/The moon still hung/The night so black that the darkness hummed/I raised myself/My legs were weak/I prayed my mind be good to me/An awful…