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76 Glare at the storm-swept sins that tell

Of monsters that the night-winds rode

When bloody plumes stole to a lair

Beyond the confines of a ghaut.

And spacious halls where vagrants lie— Vandals to the Dawn, Night and Dusk! And vulpine labyrinths of hell

Where pirates of a star are thron'd

As dews cloak bones that pierce the sky,

Wowed witches with a gorce's lust

When vales list to a clanging bell

That some encharnel'd hybrid domed,

Sweats cesspools with the pall of fear,

Shrill sounds permeate the barren air,

Each shatter'd light before a well,

Ends its flame in short, spastic gasps.

And stars that burn but once a year,

(Veinéd Aureoles to altars where,

When sins are told unto each knell

As chanting runes are hushed with clasps

Of winds provoked by black-set night,