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Rh The end of her who sought a dale

Below a weird, dungeoned well,

That coffins sunken battle-decks

And a phantasmagoric hearse.

To muse in gorce's dank and bleak

'Mid shatter'd mounts that devil's split!

To mourn in plasmic Temple's fold

With gyving sod no King can shirk!

A spangléd pomp of Death's gray peak

Where owls and lizards blink and sit

As curdling cries of monsters cold

Pierce hollows deep until they irk,

Each surf-thrown afrite's eclipsed dome.

And cursing clans that felt the heat

That dwale obscured in shadows vague,

Clash thro' the broken forest boughs

Until each ronyon's stuck in loam.

There, then, bivouacs a unco Cheat,

Whose limbs were struck with pains of ague,

Who lifts his sightless eyes and sows