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The sun sank low Glowing white changed to a dull red The veil had been rent The darkness deepened I glimpse the torn curtain Knot of fabric broken like a ripple on an unfathomable enigma Beyond my power of meddling The brown current ran like a little fever Vague forms in confounded smoke Sight obscured No heart to grin or even smile Happy as a mourner I feel very small, very lost The grove of death is an inextricable mass of nightmares Heads on stakes eyes bulging Dumb immobility Profound stillness lingering in the Cipher of my mind Eerie silence broken by peace Lying in the dark waiting for death Black shapes illegible by an evil weakness Papier-mache Mephistopheles The Darkness Deepened |