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94 And rant each Body's deeds of shame.

Come from a dank and sunken womb

All stranded ghouls on keels and decks

Where Cyclops fought as Vellum told

In cyphers bright, sprung from each flame,

Make hideous eyes at the night.

And terrors that Tartarus bred

Assail each kingdom treblefold:

A gangrel clan that someone flayed,

Skirr thro' the dungeoned halls in flight

And seek the caverns of the dead.

Where tapers gleam like virgin gold

The tombs of dead queens are arrayed:

There, too, a witch unfurls her cowl

And scans the shambling hordes to curse,

And with the light that cyclones split,

She juggles secrets of her lust,

And hurls her voice at Néphele's owl,

Past portals dark, where harlots nurse

Their skinless limbs that Torture bit,

And stamps her feet into the dust