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 That was more like a round malevolent eye

Filmed with too many derelict reflections,

Appraising there a bleared and heavy face

Where sodden evil should have been a stranger.

“What are you doing here? And who are you?”

He mumbled, with cloudy consciousness

Of having felt a ghostly blow in the face

From an unseemly mirrored visitor

That he had not invited. “And how long

Have you been on your way, do you suppose,

To come to this? If I remember you

As first you were anointed and ordained,

There was a daemon in you, not a devil,

Who told you then that when you heard those drums

Of death, it would be death to follow them.