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Rh Speeds cycles of the Future's curse

And damns each goblin, skink and knave.

Then pyres and ghauts flare once again,

The halls are swept with burning dust,

Six Dragons bear the dead one's hearse

Unto the newly, opened grave.

Ere the quaking Dawn shakes its crown

To tower'd peaks and hyoids red

That hide blind fathoms of this sea,

An opal light arrays each plain;

Each naiad rumps on velvet down;

A bat-shapped Buzzard makes its bed;

A red-tongued Gecko storms each lee.

Then apes and adders writhe with pain

As Cauldrons vomit oils that burn;

'Mid churning storms of stinging sleet,

Vial haunts of gore spill their quest

And murder with unholy lust,

Wilst fagots, beacons, torches, turn

Hell's Pompeian shoals to heat;