Tue. Oct 19th, 2021
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CARESSED by crystal dews and light-weight

Beyond the realm of scale and fin,

Incarian Thought flits Fancy wings

To hazards the place a crimson urn

Makes scarlet this everlasting top

Of sunless suns and reigning sin,—

Flame-decked this plain of warring kings

Where poisoned fumes and beacons burn!

And thro’ the hyoids, large and pink,

Past portals black and guidons vibrant

To onyx lees and opal sands,

The Cyclopean vaults of dwale,

And cavern’d shapes that Typhon bled,

Greet every wand’ring spectre’s sight;

Where pixies dance on wind-blown strands,

Lurke gyte incubi in a corridor.

Here, then, reigns gyving, batter’d Doom!

Where shadows imprecise and coffined mild,

Spit broths from splinter’d wracks and domes.

Where viscid mists and vulpine cries

Rise from the moat of dungeoned gloom

And rasp the stationed partitions of night time

Until sequesteréd skulls and bones

Are made to listen to the moaning sighs

That some mad Titan, rayed in gold,

Wrests from Damnation’s siffling tomb.

And labyrinths of Horror’s Home,

‘Mid vapours eco-friendly and aisles unsunned,

Provoke every cursing mattoid’s fold

Until the night time is modified to midday

By cowled magicians on a dome.

Then wizardry, unusual, unsummed,

Reveals every varlet, Figgum’s may:

A hemless rabble from the South

That some wild Trojan flayed and curs’d,

Skirr thro’ the Cauldrons damaged lane

And wing for implex strands and light-weight.

There, the place tapers flare on Hell’s mouth

This clan damns every big Soldan first.

And Medeas on this huge plain,

Who blink at yon dysodile lamps,

Slap thenars and every bifurcous

As javels drink from scyphus’ vibrant.

Blood-curdling monsters on a rope

That sate upon the rattling’d one’s camps

As hell-winds gleam most wonderful—

Each Vandal’s music day or night time!

Vain! useless! Each isle of hidden Hope!

Alas! Alas! Each olpe of Remorse!

Each vaulted soul and spiral thought,

Swirl within the throes of waters chilly;

Where rivers with the venom crawls,

Croak bat-faced incubi until hoarse.

And succubi that Hecate taught,

Bedecked in byss and spangled gold,

Sing runes unto the dungeoned halls.

Then burning ghauts and crimsoned peaks,

Vomit every, eco-friendly, abhorrent clouds;

The Temple’s drum sounds tomb and loss of life

To those who got here for unsung belief.

And pyres that smoulderéd for 3 weeks.

Spit wenches’ blood thro’ addling crowds

And filch every leering vyper’s breath,—

Vile japes that dam all struck with mud!

Erelong unholy fugitives roam

‘Mid imbosk caves and moaning dales

To piercing screes of purple gloom,

Where gurgling sighs and rasping moans,—

Each bloody vampyre’s dwelling of loam

As life-tides drip to scarlet vales,—

Unshadowed haunts of darkling Doom!

Add terror to the rasping groans

That roaring surfs of rubic blood

Fling to every afrite’s acrid crypt.

And mildewed skulls and ashen bones

That lie earlier than every pillaréd mount,

Speak tidings of a leprous flood.

And the place giants carcants flare and sit,

The battle-crests and surging foams

That toss every swoll’n Cauldron’s Count

As pyramidal realms unsunned

Glare on the stricken, tamper’d souls,

Stark wenches search blind seers of lust

And curse every monster’s hairless head.

Where fungus-fagots gleam unstunned

As witches dig unfathomed holes

And bury Helms in powderéd mud,

Sleep mourners of the newly lifeless

Until rayed Aureoles vibrant, flare,

And sparkle like Asian stars.

Hyperaspists of templéd night time,

And yawning caverns chilly and bleak,

Forsake the crown of addling Care;

Whilst afrites in vibrant jeweled automobiles,

Lured by the phosphorescent mild,

Scale an immarcescible peak.

When big uncus’ of the rattling’d

Shake Palsy’s wand of brooding Fear,

And Hecate spins her daughters spherical

The whirling halls of spastic gloom;

When afreets prance on blister’d sand

As blood-shot jazels deck every peer,

Each empire froths a raving hound

That storms every zone of purple doom.

And scarlet foam and hiss of oils,—

Abhorrent indicators of yawning hell!

‘Mid roaring winds and echoes loud

As seashores ring with Torture’s maintain,

Dim shapes writhe in a cauldron’s coils

While canceréd ghouls sound Circe’s bell;

Where hideous screes stem the gang,

Faffling gawks gleam like burnished gold.

A gangrel imp that Satan flayed,

Shrieks deeds of sin that man-wrecks wrought

Ere gyving Death every perpetrator smote;

Where straggling moonbeams cleft a dome,

A Prince in splendor stands arrayed

And rants his spleen unto a ghaut,

Where mongrel whelps their sorrows wrote

In channels with a harlot’s bone.

A kingdom huge with jasper mild

Greet jejune souls inside this shoal,

Where witches lure every helot’s eye,

Each gyving hoodlum, seer and sage.

In blazing tankards gleams a sight

As o’er their heads big rocks roll,

Of skinless nudes that gasp and die

As poisoned lizards vent their rage.

Then, vile squats blast the eerie air!

Glozing gnomes of pond’rous constructed,

Peer at plagues that goddard’s maintain;

Writhe vermin in every ghoul-king’s olpe,—

Blind loss of life inside a secret lair!

A varlet who his wine hath spilt

As Scorpions smote him treblefold,

Is thrown into a stagnant sea

By Lordly Helm of dangerous reputation,

Whose visage, curl’d in ughly mien,

Vext at every leper’s font of spleen.

Invokes a hairless witch to scan

The shambling hordes that boon refute,

Who lifts her unguis, lengthy and lean,

To curse every vyper’s bloody dream,

Each mongrel and forsaken man.

Then quivers that cippus’ hurl’d

As templéd vaults are splinter’d extensive;

And fearful fancies cleave the night time

When reeking gores pierce hollows black,

Smite vandals that in sleep are curl’d:

And naiads that the vapours cover

In shadows imprecise—Unholy mild!

(Spectres to every soul on a wrack)

Dank caverns of every vaulted soul

With spiral ideas of feveréd haste,

‘Mid the throb of murderous life

In haunted zones of vandals gyte,

Squirm on the pulse of this blind shoal

Where blood-veinéd goals and acrid waste

Cut thro’ the senses like a knife

And bid Icarian Thought to sit down

Below a bleak, untower’d dwelling,

Where fagots that the skelp hath surprised—

Plunderers of unfathomed night time!

Glare thro’ black shadows imprecise with kinds

Convulsed with cries that pierce every dome

As impeached gumps search plains unsunned,

(Satellites to mounted Light!)

Teem within the wind-strewn crest of thorns

A phantom that a charnel urn

Spewed from its lap and canceréd fold,—

Trophies of grim Destiny’s crypt!

A burning pyre, whose lethal breath

Stir sighs of guys as cesspools burn

A harlot strewn with virgin gold

That some malignant, stol’n script,

Condemn’d to witches’ fateful loss of life,

Spells reigning doom to every one.

Where jarbling gumps journey hydras eco-friendly,

And utter sharp, a curdling curse,

And wingless zimbs that storm every dell,

Glare at every shatter’d dome and wall

That communicate of prowling apes in dream,

Of dragons drawing Horror’s hearse

When bloody lanes of soulless hell

Bathed monstrous this everlasting land.

When Soldans clasp dank Vellum outdated,

And carcants shine like scarlet foam,

With hiss of snakes and burning oils

As dirges sway each imps and rattling’d,

A beacon’s mild that cleft Doom’s fold,

Peers on the Cyclopean dwelling

Of furnace-heat and writhing coils

Of immewed depths as cyphers pink

Proclaim every gyving monster’s deed.

And woful runes rake this big gloom,

Phantastic coals lurk within the mud,

Blind whelps lie in an onyx mattress

And ponder phrases as thumb-screws bleed

(Unto the music of king Doom)

Each gangrel villains coronary heart of lust

Beyond the halls of numberéd lifeless

Where lambent lights and crystal dews

Invoke the ghouls to protect every tomb

That vandals of the sobbing night time,

When hell-winds stir the conqueréd lifeless,

And thunder shook the mourner’s pews,

Giant cavalcades of marshalléd Doom

March thro’ the phosphorescent mild

Unto the headland of the West,

Where pageantries of warriors daring

Scyle artful sins and purple lusts

Until the peaks and portals vibrant,

Where buried kings are tombed at relaxation,

Sweat odours dank with Torpor’s chilly;

Infernal pæons shake the busts

Of idols planted within the mild.

And, ere immewed gyres froth black mists

Unto all ghauts and splinter’d domes

That cypher indicators of dungeoned dell,

A turgid daybreak arrays this vale,

Each dysodile scavenger sits

On a tomb and fondles grey bones;

An eyeless toad croaks from a effectively.

Then cosmic drive forsakes every dale:

‘Mis Cyclopean pulse of hell

Giant cauldrons vomit vapours eco-friendly

And skirr thro’ bristling lanes and halls:

Whilst beacons die and shrood every soul,

Dank tears drop on a deadly bell,

Wrought by a Titan’s sombre queen,

Where graven vypers soop the partitions

With blood from maidens scourged as toll.

Sentinel silence then holds gloom!

Vile squats curse roaring swimming pools inflame,

A swarthy gump leers on the rattling’d,

A sultry storm invades every realm.

Reared in incondite depths of doom

As shadows spell every sinner’s title,

A Necromancer mounts a stand

That storms and sleet struck with their helm,

And smites the bizarre components.

A cesspool stunn’d with offal’s stench,

And ulexite—Each mattoid’s curse!

Set in twin ridges black and pink,

Obtest the foam-sprayed battlements

To rely the blood-drops on a bench

That the coals of Tartarus nurse—

Disastrous, imbosked Torture’s mattress!

Make viscous this grim philster’s maintain.

Saffron Teocalli within the West,

Whose spiréd domes maintain priceless stones,

And censers’ fumes lull sighs and moans

As boundaries dank, flee their fold,

Betrayed by crystals on a crest

That journey this kingdom’s batter’d gnomes,

A fitful syrinx stills all groans

As chasms roar with devils’ glee.

Then fancies greet every goblin’s eye,

Each donga’s depth and mount unsunned:

A quire’s rune, in onyx costume,

And black-linkt harps with eyes that see

Each blood-set jazel in a sky,

Where heights everlasting reign unstunned,

Pierce sylvan airs that wizards bless.

Come from sequesteréd shoals of hell

Blithe pixies and lithe naiads truthful

That revel until the ev’ning skies

Grow lustrous as Arcadian midday.

Then witches in an implex dell,

With stranggling robes and burnished hair,

Flee thro’ Autumnal shades and dyes,

While rapidly from the sandaléd gloom,

That struggles on the pillaréd mild,

Provoked by turbid drops of blood,

She gleams upon a tower’d dwelling

That gyving palms, of artful imps,

Reared for the Vandals of the night time,

Where seething pores froth devils’ flood,

And dusky shales leak scarlet foam,

Or evenly lifts her toes and skimps

Unto a rubic, boweréd vale,

To record unto a clanging bell

That spells these indicators to startléd wrecks,—

Titan’s satellites. Hell and Circe!

The finish of her who sought a dale

Below a bizarre, dungeoned effectively,

That coffins sunken battle-decks

And a phantasmagoric hearse.

To muse in gorce’s dank and bleak

‘Mid shatter’d mounts that satan’s break up!

To mourn in plasmic Temple’s fold

With gyving sod no King can shirk!

A spangléd pomp of Death’s grey peak

Where owls and lizards blink and sit

As curdling cries of monsters chilly

Pierce hollows deep till they irk,

Each surf-thrown afrite’s eclipsed dome.

And cursing clans that felt the warmth

That dwale obscured in shadows imprecise,

Clash thro’ the damaged forest boughs

Until every ronyon’s caught in loam.

There, then, bivouacs a unco Cheat,

Whose limbs had been struck with pains of ague,

Who lifts his sightless eyes and sows

The seeds of Thaumaturgist’s arts.

Then shakes his fist above all necks

(Whenas the dirges pierce the gloom)

And sheds his addling tears of woe.

Perturbéd at sights of flashing darts

That dragons hurl amongst soul-wrecks,

He smites a workers upon a tomb

Where phosphorescent torches glow,

And mouths his phrases at earless owls,

Past ribboned nightfall and pillaréd woe,

Where sonless maids their sorrows heal,

And mixes purple mists with mild,

Both moaning airs and cringing howls,

The swirling skelp that heavens present,

And modifications this huge aircraft of weal,

This kingdom’s tomb of rasping night time

To elfin cheer as dances bloom,

And speeds his flight from Terror’s urn,

Past jasper lanes the place moonstones glow,

And turns his eyes at writhing Hell,

Upon the spectral haunts of Doom,

Where fiends in hissing Cesspoles burn

‘Mid howls of ache from vassals circulation

That rake every skull-blown vale and dell.

Where syrt sucks jargling javels mad,

And carcants solid a luring mild

From mildewed screes and mounts that scyle

Veiled augueries of battling Hell,

A charnel shard assails the rattling’d

Thro’ vapours eco-friendly and siffling night time;

Monastic caverns rasp every isle;

A poisoned skink croaks from a effectively.

And mournfnl wraiths sob onerous and loud,

A smotheréd sigh proclaims extra woe,

The lounging imps grasp tomes of outdated

And rant therefrom every rattling’d one’s title.

And horrors, snarling at every crowd,

Assail every kingdom with its present:

A noctivagous dragon daring,

Hastes thro’ the aisles of loss of life and disgrace

And haunts the cajons of the lifeless.

There fungus-tapers gleam like gold

Before a ghoul-king’s jeweled throne:

There, too, upon a Temple’s arch,

Bivouacs a witch who scans the mattress

Of buried kings and queens struck chilly

And lifts her voice to splinter’d dome

To stem the brooding Djinnee march,

And with the nightfall that meteors break up,

She tries the figgum of her lust,

And throws her voice at portals darkish,

Past burning pyres, the place moaning airs

Call the assistance of Conjury’s script;

And, ere cyphers burn within the mud

The names of recent souls on this ark,

The ghosts of the lifeless prance in pairs.

This is the sphere of Dust and Tomb!

Where Trojans struck with palsied Death

As Satan smote every cavern’s fold,

And whistling warmth swirl’d Circe round

The coffined slabs of Aeæa’s womb,

When kingdoms fought with rasping breath

As stellar domes grew black and chilly,

Auric oriflammes storm’d the mount

As bristling lances smote big hordes;

Then gorey devils fought with lust

As vulpine cries smote every jinn’s ear,

Black Dragons swore beneath their breath

And murdered all rebellious Lords;

Strong palms that knew every axe’s belief,

Escutcheons that each one princes worry,

Hurl’d swift destruction and black loss of life.

Where Titans storm’d a Monarch’s throne,

There sleeps a Ruler carved in stone;

Where vultures guard a serpent’s dwelling,

A quarteréd warrior tells its story.

Perturbéd at dews that drip from dome

As wattling apes their horrors groan,

The witch forsakes every glozing gnome,

Affrighted at this gurgling vale.

On crimson mounts the place hydras peer—

Affronting devils within the gloom!

Unsypheréd areas wrapped in mild

That cover dank vapours of every tomb,

Lurk throaty imps all year long

Who sing their runes as lepers soom;

Red-embered gnomes inside this night time

Where scarlet dyes bathe Torture’s womb!

And Djinnee gasps add to the sight

That dragon-worms bred on this surge,

Build temples for queen Sorrow’s dwelling;

And pageantries of Typhon’s bloom—

Immarcescible sklayres of night time!

And shadows bleak, that sins do purge—

A present for Satan on this throne!

Invoke the Cauldron’s spraying gloom

To newer deeds of hell-lashed lust;

Tho’ dusky wizards rake the skies

(Eternal hounds that each one beguile)

Unstable goals lure Fancy fane

Below this star’s unfathomed mud,

Where shatter’d domes record to the sighs

Of skinless wenches on an isle,

Where nymphs name her Christian title.

Where purple mists like poppies bloom—

Dank dulse inside eco-friendly rivers chilly!

A flayed and sobbing maid doth lie;

Eternal curse of bedlam night time

Speak of sepulchral haunts of Doom;

Unnumberéd skulls their woes have informed

To studded domes and opaque sky

Beneath the Arching vales of sunshine.

Alight with fires pink and eco-friendly

That present the coffers of every tomb,

Jarbling vandals rake the night-coals,

Shales and husks; and, ere reigning night time

Provokes every harlot’s fitful dream

To cleave the casements of king Doom

And attain the swoll’n, acrid shoals,

Where stationed Mounts are penciled white

That mark the maw of raging hell,

Till, eyes awake stare at every flame

Unsung and, on boulders that burn,

Peer at two lordly squats in mud

As wenches drink from poisoned effectively,

‘Mid purple sins and bare disgrace

In Typhon’s olpe and churning urn

Of stranded devils, souls and lust.

When earthly properties are tombed in mud,

And Life forsakes geotic shoals;

When midst the tombs of penetence,

When coffins damp, and slimmy clay,

Each Lordly Helm is tossed in belief

To spiral vaults from plasmic holes,

Convolving cyclones spin him therefore

As agate torches mild his approach.

Unmutteréd sighs teem within the air

As structural stars cross him by,

And twisting clouds form eerie kinds

Until he reaches Satan’s dwelling.

Unholy visions curse and swear,

Gyte vypers lull every demon’s sigh,

Giant Dragons whom no Remorse storms,

Shake fists at opals in a dome.

And Cesspools vext with odours robust

From stifling shard and putrid dung,

‘Mid caverns massive and Cauldrons deep,

Vile squats in teeming pewter burn;

And shrieking vypers wield a prong

Above a monster, quarter’d hung.

The Tasmanian Devils hold

The sod flip’d in a gyre’s urn

That no misplaced soul can undulate:

Hence seers and sages, tossed in sin,

Rant rubics to every reigning king,

Each glowing pyre is fed with oil

By afreets reared on bottled hate;

Infernal tapers mild this Inn

As poisoned vapours to us cling;

Re-embered beacons on this soil

Flare spastic shadows to every tomb.

In useless we sigh for fleeing grace

Within the pale of turbid dyes!

In useless we search for hope, candy relaxation,

Within this crypt of whistling Doom!

When in monastic nights of haze

The battlements retard big sighs;

When marshalléd mists from out the West

Cloak ramparts black with ughly mild,

A rubic Soldan rakes every ghaut,

Each sleeping vandal, imp and soul.

No astral eyes snigger from these skies,

No nightingales sing within the night time;

A dungeoned curse that villains wrought

Rasp every everlasting vault and shoal.

Then one-eyed mongrels break up the dyes

Of roaring winds and raging storms,

Dim shapes flee to the haunts of gore,—

Each Cyclopean Dragon’s objective!

And groaning cries from maidens truthful

Is heard by spectral, gangrel kinds,—

The writhing skinny is flayed some extra!

Its secret sins,—Black deeds of Soul—

Is scourged as copper-burnished hair

Hangs from her alabaster head,

Both toes and arms are screwed until black—

An indication that Hell reigns on, unstunned.

Then incense swung by priestesses,

Salute the newly, plunder’d lifeless,

The bloody sight upon the wrack,

Where cringing groans as soon as rose unsummed,

Is cowl’d by the murderess.

Where stressed hawks and chainless ghouls

Blink bleary orbs at mud and stone;

And glozing night-gnomes love the sight

That geysers toss upon their crest,

Feal afrites bathe in a pool

And wash every harlot’s bloody bone.

Scorpions on serai’s top

Peer at every forge’s raging breast,

Whilst faffling gumps aud hairless seers

Stretch shanks and arms and yawn until hoarse,

And vapours eco-friendly and beacons pink,

Feared coming Dawn, and fled in haste;

The bulwarks that every hoodlum fears,

Sink in a cajon’s furious course;

The winds and storms are silent, lifeless,

As boundaries pink bathe the waste.

What of the sight when Horrors swirl,

When oceans ring with Terror’s roll?

What of the galley-decks and wrecks

That felt the drive of offended Hell?

When kingdoms fought every warring Earl,

The incubi cursed every misplaced soul;

When vandals broke the idols’ necks,

Giant battle-axes smote every dell.

And, then got here there galvanic gloom!

An acrid oath and savage howl,

Hurl’d at an idol’s austere ghoul

By grizzled rogue and mocking gnome,

Perturbéd as vandals shine and bloom

In robes of pearl and tazzled cowl,

Throw Hecate’s spawn into a pool

Who stung them with a poisoned bone.

This wanton witch of evil fame,

Vamped with each hatred, homicide, lust,

Speeds cycles of the Future’s curse

And damns every goblin, skink and knave.

Then pyres and ghauts flare as soon as once more,

The halls are swept with burning mud,

Six Dragons bear the lifeless one’s hearse

Unto the newly, opened grave.

Ere the quaking Dawn shakes its crown

To tower’d peaks and hyoids pink

That cover blind fathoms of this sea,

An opal mild arrays every plain;

Each naiad rumps on velvet down;

A bat-shapped Buzzard makes its mattress;

A red-tongued Gecko storms every lee.

Then apes and adders writhe with ache

As Cauldrons vomit oils that burn;

‘Mid churning storms of stinging sleet,

Vial haunts of gore spill their quest

And homicide with unholy lust,

Wilst fagots, beacons, torches, flip

Hell’s Pompeian shoals to warmth;

And viscid mists rise within the West—

Dank treasures of Damnation’s mud!

In search of silence, sleep and relaxation.

When in a vale we lie and dream

Of sanded seashore and laughing skies,

When Fancy lifts her wings and soars

To agate strands and ocean’s breast,

A gangrel soul begins to scream

Black tokens of prevailing sighs

As furnace-ovens sweat big pores.

And different issues perturb every crypt,

Each vulture’s brood and figent owls:

A belching mountain within the South

Hurls boulders thro’ the fearful night time:

A demon-quire rants from script,

Led by staccato raspings, howls;

A meteor vaults a Cauldron’s mouth;

A sombre maid doth lengthy for mild.

Bleak wintry winds engulf us all—

Hosannah! cry the fretful mobs;

White-heated storms assail all heads—

Triumphal pæons shake the air!

Unnumberéd gawks roam thro’ every corridor—

Where Typhon sits, a maiden sobs!

Conscience stabs our nightly beds,

Remorse leers day by day at dame Care.

A Donga, deep with squirming gnats

And acrid coils,—a gap of Death!

And runnels thick with arid dung,

Flow previous a Temple’s swoll’n arch,

Where warring tribes of hungry cats

Fish for eco-friendly lizards filched of breath;

A palace-dome the place runes are sung

As Satan views his squadron’s march,

Flare twin mineral lights of blue

That lure every legion foul of dwelling.

Swarm Trojans proper and left with sword;

Skirr gloppened worriers thro’ the night time;

Roar puteals that toads eschew;

Hiss brown snakes to every toothless gnome,

Affrighted on the raving horde

That crash thro’ leprous filth and light-weight—

Disastrous sights of guys gone mad!

And pyramidal wall of rock

Are battle-grounds for waging lust:

A clashing lance spun vypers spherical

The gyrus rind the place helots clad

Each Thaumaturgist in a frock,

The signal of which spake added belief

Unto every ghoul-king’s ready hound.

Crafty Lords of militant mien,

Led vanquished to the slaughter-pen;

Thumb-screws and bastinados work

Both Devils’ pomp and Soldans’ pleasure;

And tantrums coarse in cesspools teem

As ladies sob for dying guys:

The wracks that djinnee worry and shirk,

Are Torture’s buddy—A Monster’s toy!

The rayless styes that guard the bones

Of fall’n kings and grizzled hordes,

The mildewed screes that maintain the skulls

Of shambling spectres, wraiths, and souls,

Now waft the spiréd, rasping tones

Of risen helots, princes, lords;

And all up-rising mists from hulls

That stranded on these jejune shoals,

Evaporate when amber lights

Cleave phantom-screens and huddles black.

(For this every pixie sings for cheer)

Arcadian sights then maintain sway:

Each corporal gump loves the sights—

The hidden previous (an countless monitor)

Reviews every garneréd Greek and yr,

Each warrior daring and lassie homosexual.

Sanious lights past the peak,

Imbosked dysodile vaults of dwale

As ulexite flare within the rocks

Where implex aisles result in gyte doom,

Lure illaqueate Thought to flight,

And at a Cyon, chained in stall,

Whom mad Medeas shore of locks,

Chase Fancy’s wings the place hazards bloom.

Here herculean dwangs of gold,

Clasped in talons of Circe’s son,

Pry portals of Teocalli as,

When hyoids blaze like sea-linkt skies,

Incondite imps search grovels chilly,

Unfathomed haunts that scyle every solar,

We see above the lees eco-friendly grass

Where pixies snigger with dancing eyes,—

King Wonder’s sight that holds every coronary heart!

Above the rind of Ursa’s wake,

Past shadows imprecise and sunless suns,

Giant visions of the cancelléd previous

Rise from the void and play their half.

Demeter floats round a lake;

Where waters with a naiad runs,

Hector’s shot by Archilles’ dart;

Where Orestes stabs his mom,

Agamemnon sleeps on in chilly;

Aegisthus robs a queen of all;

Andromache sobs tears of woe.

And Clytaemenestra’s lover,

Like Menelous, is robust and daring:

Aeneas on a burning wall

Carries Anchises from the present.

Then vulgar scenes stare at every soul,

Hair-raising visions greet every eye;

Priam’s son is dragged spherical historical Troy,

Tied quick to a chariot’s tail;

Andromeda’s doomed as Death’s toll;

Patroclus dies with a deep sigh.

Phyrrhus sacks Troy with a devilish pleasure;

Hecuba’s nineteen sons now wail

As Mycenae and Tiryns are burn’d:

The Scaean Gate is storm’d by Peers!

Archæans and Phrygians daring

Have fought with Hatred’s biting lust.

Telemachus whom the Fates have spurn’d

Finds Ulysses in twenty years;

Thessalian Soldans in gold,

Like Dædalus, slept on in mud

As Penlope winged for distant zones.

Then Syran airs held every ear:

Bright carvels glowed with rubic wine,

Giant cyphers flared every Lordling’s title

Within the haunts of dungeoned domes,

Where jazels peer the eyes of Fear,

And owls with a scorpion dine—

Twin Monarch’s play the cube’s sport.

When beacons urticate every eye,

Noctivagous ghouls haste to stroke

Each goblin shank of hoary sage.

Then pomp of gloom breaks into bloom,

The Temple’s arch cracks as we sigh,

A clashing sound above that spoke

Blind wrath unto every Wizard’s rage,

Revealed the chasm of stark Doom.

Unto the peaks and gables black,

Syrian airs like Orpheus

Lull sequesteréd afrites to sleep,

A witch smites her excessive biforous—

A logo of king Typhon’s wrack!

Where crystal lamps shine most wonderful,

Twin legions lie in cajons bleak,—

Tokens of Hell invidious!

Then fades the burnished mild on excessive;

Magicians stave their heads in mud,

The vermin feed on reeking bones,

Each gnome sobs to a green-horn’d toad.

And monarchs of this dungeoned sky

Untomb every son in sacred belief

As vypers sound their rasping tones,

Farewell the traditional Greek’s abode!

Then spectres of the tower’d night time,

(Vultures of the solar, moon and stars)

And bezzling parasites of daybreak,

Haunt ichnolite of mourners chilly;

Then purple sins bloom within the mild

As vypers drive queens in vibrant automobiles;

Where dragons root the blistere’d garden,

There reigns a curdling monster daring.

To scour these lanes of strobic gloom—

Infernal doom by mongrels’ wrought!

To tempo these aisles of whistling warmth,

Eternal indicators of souls gone flawed!

And when a skelp cleaves siffling doom,

And vapours scyle a greenish ghaut,

Rebellious vandals stamp their toes

As rulling Cyons wield hell’s prong.

Then domes and partitions sweat savage rage,

Each gangrel gnome is toss’d by worry,

The tombs provoke every inmate’s hold

To curse the horrid ambiance,

Where ghouls their battle-axes wage,

Froth devils’ pomp all year long;

Where lizards o’er tath do creep,

Bivouacs a horney-fisted seer.

To groves of wind-swept ulmus’ bear,

And siffling mists past a bell

That cover veiled shadows of a peak

Above the stationed domes of pink,

Augueries of a marching pair,—

Twin demons of unconqueréd Hell!

Spell visions that the soffins leak

That felt the besom of the lifeless,

Just because the Twilight’s scarlet urn

Is seen from heights unfathomed, robust.

There runnels of eco-friendly waters chilly,

Toss lepers from their murky breast;

There venom-oils and tapers burn

To mild the way in which of souls gone flawed,—

Blood-stained every idol’s crown of gold

Where battle-wrecks search figent relaxation!

To the distant porphyry mount

Where agate torches shine most vibrant,

And syrinx’s float music’s attraction

O’er the jargling herds of tombed,

A joggling javel begins to rely,

With bleary eyes of grayish mild,

The rubies on every idol’s arm,

And whisper phrases unto the tombed.

Now to a churning gyre’s pool

We haste to see a bizarre present,

Where Lordly Helms in vials squirm,

Each mongrel scoundrel’s olpe of wine!

A Morgan gambles with a ghoul,

A Belmont writhes with scorching woe,

A Rockefeller leads every worm,

Another’s generally known as T. F. Ryan.

The browless whelp of oily fame

Is made to dig the burning soil,

The sheckles of a Pierpont king,

Secures no status on this Inn.

The playing ghost whose center title

Is “Fortune”, spins inside the swirl

Of waters chilly and oceans’ ring,

Condemned, forsaken for his sin.

On earth they plunder’d, robbed and stole

From month to month and yr to yr;

There Franchise-stealers cracked with leers

As Plebeians stung, groaned with may.

Now every one rattling’d on this shoal

Yuck addling brains and shriek with worry,

Now all shrink at Hell’s laughing seers

As Remorse storms the ughly night time.

Here Pat McCarrens filch no vote,

A Grady eats no mellow pea,

A Murphy owns no City Hall,

No Jeromes skew at dices’ track.

On Vellum grey their sins are wrote

To murmurs of every sullen lee,

Racked with the wand of loss of life and pall,

They blast their heads as souls gone flawed.

No presidential timber’s discovered

Within these caverns, swimming pools or dung;

No two-faced B’s or bloated T’s,

Lie to laymen, vassals, hordes.

Here politicians hear the sound

Of ballots that their hearts have wrung,

Of burning pyres and blister’d lees

That scorch these one-time kings and lords.

Here Conventions maintain our eyes

As Dragons smite a gravel dome.

The kings of Finance, skinn’d and shorn,

Are record’ners in these halls of gloom.

Their deeds are learn, they heave big sighs,

Thumb-screws and wracks rake pores and skin and bone,

In cajons bleak, every corpse forlorn,

Is sunk as trophies of king Doom.

No Depews promote their patron’s love,

No faffling Platts guard treasures robust,

No Parkers, Roots,—The artful issues!

Betray a nation’s hope and belief.

No palm is introduced them by a dove,

No minions shant their reward in track,

The poisoned zimbs add to the stings

Of conscience misplaced and raging lust.

Each one-time king of earthly fold

Is skinn’d alive then cooked in oil;

Some frazzled Astor dames and fools

Now eat their claws and chew a bone.

A monarch generally known as Leopold,

Writhes in a cavern’s squeezing coil;

Here man-born helms are however the instruments

Of Satan and every prowling gnome.

Their toes are screwed and eyes are bored,

Their ears are shorn and lips are break up,

Each head is cracked, all tongues are minimize,

By vypers pink and bloody ghouls.

Affrighted because the dames are gored,

Each Sybarite his enamel doth grit,

The huddled pirates in a hut,

Shriek assist unto the roaring swimming pools.

And moaning airs their sorrows inform

That some unfathomed drive hath bred.

Night-hawks rasp sins of girls, guys,

Who bought their honour, soul and title.

And tower’d screes that pierce big hell

Are treasure-houses for the lifeless:

Each wealthy man writhes inside a den,

Society dames proclaim their disgrace.

And offal, shard and putrid dung,

Is by prosperous daughters born.

When within the ribboned mists above

A beacon flares and torches burn,

A Soldan from eco-friendly earth is hung;

His heartless queen is cursed, forsworn,

Their souls home neither hope nor love

Within Damnation’s burning urn.

Repress’d with hate and unspent rage

As charnel howls conflict in every corridor,

Each gyving hydra rends the air

With curses, hawps as rambling souls,

Lured by a grizzled warrior sage,

Storm moats earlier than every bristling wall

And die as imps are bade to swear—

Infernal trophies of those shoals!

Immingled goals their senses storm

As Westward shadows cloak every lee;

Where censers blaze they drag their limbs,

These cursed, forsaken whelps of hell!

Their ghastly sins on vellum’s sworn,

Attested, sealed, they bend every knee!

Where devils rant blood-curdling hymns,

A raving wench drowns in a effectively.

Unto the coals of feveréd pyres

That glare like carcants pink and white;

And glowing rubies within the mud

That lure every man-born skink and whelp,

The spastic cries and moaning sighs

Attest to Typhon’s bizarre dight,—

And Satan’s ichor of eco-friendly lust,

Provokes the lashing warmth and skelp.

Within the cathedral vaults of gloom,

The beautiful pomp of the flayed,

In banded gold and marble flesh,

Speak of auguries to the rattling’d,

Till, when censers’ lights flare and bloom,

And shapes of guys are laid arrayed

In gomes of metal, we tred the mesh

And grandeur of a conjured stand,

Where coral wreathes every hussy’s forehead,

Whose damaged arms painting hell’s lust,

Of whistling winzes, syrt and domes

That gleaming broths in anger wrought,

‘Mid hiss of snakes and oils. So now,

When plunderéd tombs betray their belief,

And vandals screech at roving gnomes,

All increase a voice and curse every ghaut.

Beyond the ring and roll of hell—

And spiral lofts of quartz and gold—

We skirr upon the crutch of haste

And cleave the abyss, chilly and bleak.

There jejune fossils lie to inform

Of pleiocene days’ garneréd fold;

Gray bones that pierce this bizarre waste

Lie mounted on a torrid peak;

Principalities of the previous,

Lie scatter’d within the mildewed mud;

Serai’s inbuilt ages gone,

Now crumble at a sound, a voice.

And Boulders that the Djinnee solid

As Vengeance swirl’d the heated mud,

Now rock as devils rasp a son,

And vampyres dance spherical and spherical.

And the place a dim, unstudded dome

Leak odours robust and palsied mild—

Twins of the Gloom! as some mad soul

Assails Typhon’s battling partitions,

A glowing hearth of this dwelling

Of lethal dews and poisoned night time,

Bathes monstrous this untower’d shoal.

Convulsed with worry as aisles and halls

Roar like big cauldrons mad for gore,

Icarian gumps and devils daring,

Assault every marshalléd mount and scree.

Then spectacles greet us once more

Upon this shadowed, overseas shore:

A pond’rous dwang of virgin gold,

Is filched from altars that we see,

Just because the tomb-sweats pour like rain.

And distant ghauts the place jazels burn,—

(A burning tomb the place hissing oils

Drip on a flayed and bottled wench

That some abhorrent spawn of loss of life

Filched from the wrack of Terror’s urn

As stagnent breath unwinds its coils)

Spout uncoped shard unto a bench

Where sights of men-wrecks gasp for breath,

Whilst rapidly from a bowelless whelp

Drop ghastly stones of scarlet hue

That brazen imps hurl thro’ the air

At sobbing wraiths and furrowed souls,

Wrought by a fiend and conjured skelp

As women and men maintain a pew

Within a turgid, acrid lair,—

Infernal aisles of yawning shoals!

T’ward cyphers vibrant and horrible,

Where Doom sits poised as Satan yawns,—

Each Vulture’s dwelling and arid shoal!

We hurl a curse and rattling the hordes

That name every monster horrible.

Then craftily he strikes his pawns

(Whenas a moan escapes every soul)

As bleary sons of noble lords

Sway twin censers’ fumes in silence,

Until in myrtle groves we see

A blazing arch the place agate eyes

Doth peer malignly from a crypt

Thro’ turbid phials of violence,—

A scene of impish sorcery!

Where, in furbished chambers there lies—

As vypers write on evil script

The ghastly deeds that sinners wrought—

A glow-worm’s fagot that arrays

Dim shapes of souls of guys that had been.

And cyphers nights of doomes to be,

Till flaring pyres and yon pink ghaut—

So monstrous vibrant that some one prays—

And Vizy’s carvel begins to stir,

Shape abhorrent indicators on every lee.

Into the dusky coals we peer,

And musing on the luring flames,

We watch every isle of crystal eco-friendly.

Anear the billows swirl with rage,

‘Mid lashing waves that cope king Fear

To strands and sands the place elfin video games

Make wealthy every midnight’s fleecy dream

That some Mad wand’ring, goblin sage,

Provoked from coffers of every mind,

Gleam in every tossing breast of froth,

Or shines from purple decks and domes

A ruddy carcant large and huge;

Or, when sea-linkt clouds, garbed in rain,

And behemoths sink to briny dwelling,

A star that shines from overseas zones

Guide carvels outdated and Satan’s barge

O’er blue profounds of the deep,

And gladden souls of guys; but, surprised,

Tho’ trembling, to a roaring mouth,

A horn’d magician locked in loss of life,

On whom two hectic harlots peep,

Sinks in abyssal depths unsummed,

Whilst him he fought hastes to the South,—

A hoary fiend of rasping breath!

And now we watch a maiden flee,

Past seas and ice-mounts oriflammed

With crystal diamonds pink and vibrant,

Where Persephonê hath breathed a jem,

And frozen jazels that we see,

Alife with lusts of curst and rattling’d,

Tho’ windblown, thro’ the moonless night time,

She wanders along with her anadem

On golden hair; nor doth she haste

When scarlet eyes peer thro’ the snow,

But cavernéd mouths of grottoes black,

And storm-swept flight of dragons daring,

She passes as she treads the waste,

Off to the haunts of ghoullish present,

Where fires writhe and whispers monitor

Her wake unto the peaks of chilly,

Above whose tower’d dome she sees

The tombs of father, mom, all;

Ay, now weeps she because the head-stones

Letter massive, her unburied kin.

Now along with her trembling arms and knees,

And again in opposition to the slimmy wall,

She vents her tears and choking moans,

A daughter cursed inside this Inn.

And witches lengthy for ease, so,

Erelong they peer at waters eco-friendly

That pour in forges dank and chilly,

Whence glare the eyes of Hell in lust

As Cyclops stem the pyre’s glow,

‘Mid haunts of sin and purple sheen

Of shales and husks of monsters informed

As vultures to each scale and dirt.

Then wing they for the western strands

Of boweréd vales and lulling dells,

Where silence holds the winds at bay,

And myrtles stir the sylvan air.

There tow’rs and the russet sands

Make positive the tunes of ringing bells

That echo to the skies of grey,

Where phosphorescent lanterns flare.

And twilights of the lofty aisles,

Thro’ silver mists and streaks of blood,

Crucifixion looms chilly and white;

Oaths of prurient blasphemy

Echo to the sequesteréd isles;

An ivory pyx that rides the flood

On which fantasms spin their mild,

Curse every soul’s everlasting enemy.

Within a pool the place writhing coils

Shape cyphers daring and gorey thought,—

Two shadowed sklayres of Doom and Set!

The foam-dreams of the newly lifeless

Ascend. To hazards that the oils

Eschewed, haste dryades that had been taught

To dance. And, while all souls overlook

The chasms deep and oriflammed,

The spastic lights of a eco-friendly room,

Dim torches present the jeweled tombs

Wherein are hid the studded crowns

Of Eastern queens; or, when high-bred

Dames choose from Death’s unbroken womb

The coral wreaths and poppy blooms,

Two priestesses in scarlet robes

Curse loudly because the royal lifeless

Are strewn with palmy leaves and dyes.

And crimsons adders on the hulls,

Search for toadstools smeared with blood.

And furious lamps the place vypers spoon,

As some dangerous harlot shrieks and cries

Her Nature’s sins unto three skulls,

A shameless gnome bathes in hell’s flood

The thighs he filched from a grey tomb.

Drawn by the whispers from the wind,

‘Mid glories of the hollowed night time,

To storm-swept vales and mounts we haste,

And, in monastic halls we see,

Above a greenish gyrus rind,

The flick’ring flames of a mild,

Beneath whose delicate, shadowed waste

Squat women and men that might flee

The ghastly phrases from Vellum informed,

Who pluck their eyes and pull their hair,—

Beneath their toes there writhes a worm!

As bludgeons smite a leering soul.

And when a wench that Satan bought

To some outdated seer, whose head is naked,

And oily snakes in cauldrons squirm,

All blast the sight and curse this shoal,—

Infernal land of Sin and Doom!

Eternal moans and sighs we hear;

A swarthy demon laughs with glee.

Then, thickly from a ghastly gap

The turbid dyes of blood doth bloom

From minxes daring, crouched with big worry,

Provoke a sage who couldn’t see,

With emotions for her impeached soul.

Low arches of a charnel home,

Above whose dome two demons sit,

That guard the lamps of fateful pink,

Veiled whispers from a maiden’s soul

Cleave skyward till they arrouse

A savage hound of hell with script

That holds her physique’s deeds. A-bed,

He friends thro’ shades unto her shoal,

Then at his tome the place sins are wrote

Of wifes that bought their names in lust,

Or guys that worshipped naught however gold.

And, when stillness holds troubled sway,

A baneful imp that Conscience smote,

Rasps names of these bowed within the mud:

And, when thus their sins are foretold,

As kinsmen strike their beasts and pray,

A furious gasp permeates the air,

A curdling curse assails the night time.

And squats, whose scarlet venom crawls

To lantern’s-glow that inform the guilt

Of battling demons as they swear,

Malignly dumb beneath every mild

That scyle the bloody partitions and halls,

The life-ebb from a wench is spilt.

The phosphorescent fungus-lights

Are traitors’ lamps that sorrows cover;

The foam-sprayed seashores that we see,

Are treasure-houses for the rattling’d.

From yr to yr infernal nights

Rasp shoals a thousand furlongs extensive;

In ev’ry zone, every distant lee,

Holds ghastly sights of burning sand.

The headlands that we attain by day,

About whose shore the dragons roam;

And mildewed vaults of gatheréd bone,

Where eyeless skulls and ape-shanks lie

As moaning winds reel to and sway

From gorey swimming pools and tower’d dome,

A goggling wraith and shambling gnome

Doth forage for every fleeing sigh.

Now Sorrow that the Dooms crown’d King,

Flees from the mouth of swimming pools inflame,

Whilst Lords in robes of scarlet hue,

Add to the rattling’d, malignant present;

Pellicles that each one eyes did sting

In Vengeance’s legislation that none may tame,

Flees whence two lights of dreaming blue

Cleave dome-thrown shadows costume’d in woe.

A Thaumaturgist, cursed and rattling’d,

Raps skulls from which a venom pours,

And shakes his fists the place opals burn,

Whence figgum that his palms management

Is charged with life; and on the sand

Two witches sate their thirst in gores,

Flit Fancy’s wings unto a urn,

(Within whose tomb there writhes a soul)

And with Courage that Dawn hath bred

In rivers, to whispers of the night time,

As wracks are dyed a crimson pink,

Feasts upon Doom’s abhorrent form,

That fires vibrant, toss to every mattress,

And flees to realms the place shadows mild;

Whilst Thought, in horror of the lifeless,

Wings in mourning veils, darkish as crepe,

And feasts on afterglow of Trust,

On cauldrons tossed to artful Death

That froths dank pomp and guidons vibrant,

Unto a top, the place falt’ring eyes.

Betrayed by crystals numb in mud,

Gasps on the sight with startled breath

As vapours eco-friendly, warfare with the sunshine,

Faint because the sundown’s golden dyes.

All mounts of bone are tombs of weal,

Each scree, a temple of king Doom;

And runnels that the suns do shun,

Are swimming pools the place offal reeks most robust

And thro’ the air big wasps do reel;

On boundaries bleak, reptiles soom;

A Vulture that no shard can stun

Gawks on the multitudes gone flawed.

Where waters with the venom crawls

To oriels, the place banners float

Beside a dome-thrown surf of blood

T’ward letters massive, that Hell hath wrought,

Worm-like vapours skirr thro’ the halls

And attain a distant, lurid moat,

Where sighs and groans upon a flood

Ascend to heights of a gray ghaut—

Satellites to Destiny’s crypt!

And Vespers that the Twilight introduced—

More dooms that prayers nor sighs can break—

Leer at every thought to Fancy’s flight;

And to the dais whereunder sit

A demon-quire that Circe taught,

Songs that echo to the isles in lake

And valley deep, ravage the night time

Until Idols pall on the scene.

And stationed Mounts towards the West

Whose bones painting a ghastly lust;

And skulls that glare on the soulless night time,

Point, weeping, the place the foam-waves dream:

All battle-wrecks and imps haste forth

Unto the phosphorescent mud

And pyramidal shoals of sunshine.

The poisons that the geysers spit

To apes, the place Sin in splendor reigns;

And cavern’d shapes that shadows cover

Behind tapers, the place snarling Doom

Glares at Set’s tomb, the place devils sit,

Make imprecise indicators to the bizarre flames,

Flit spastic breath to areas extensive

And shrood every shrunken soul with gloom.

Where glozing parasites maintain sway,

Seek rivers dry reveal the bones

Of ages that the Cyclops slew:

Onyx thrones that the Titans storm’d

Lie in obfuscating decay;

Eyeless skulls that abhorrent gnomes

Wield in palms that reek with the dew

That solemn Death in tombs hath worm’d,

Stare on the scene as willows sigh:

And tapers of the Mount’s crown’d witch

(Whenas every carcant fades from view)

Seek shadows that the tombs have solid

Upon the conjured, wind blown sky,

Where Syrian altar-lamps make wealthy

The palace-domes whereon the dew

Sits like a star and beams upon the huge,

Phantasmagoric glory of Death,

Of godly helms housed in a crypt.

And the place a furious beacon flares—

(A rock that some big storm hath break up)

In mourning robes and rasping breath,

Before a grave the place devils sit,

A Queen at whom a lizard stares,

Sobs her grief and woe that tears writ

Deep into the phorphyry mount:

This, then, is Deaths dwelling, vale and Tomb!

Where Lancers, made equal with the mud

When revolt storm’d every kingdom’s fold,

And clashing wars spun Hecate spherical

The pungent halls of spastic Doom;

When in every Nation fought king Lust

As siffling vapours gleamed like gold,

Ten legions whom the gods forsook

Wrought havoc on this Cauldron’s shore:

Then Dragon-guidons led the march

As battle-axes smote vile Lords;

Stout hears that with king Vengeance shook,

Fought with valour’s protect for extra gore;

Assaults that rasped every Temple’s arch,

Spake conquest o’er shambling hordes.

This story on ghastly Vellum’s writ,

More sypher’d woes the partitions proclaim;

Where goblins fondle crumbling bones,

There lies a death-thrown monster chilly.

Perturbéd at writings on yon script

As moaning airs gaunt Sorrows title,

Each ape attests in faffling tones—

Flight to the Dragons’ haunted fold.

Affrighted at this fearful gaze

As coals blaze like twinkling jewels,

Night-hawks that croak at bat-faced owls

Gledge at every gnome that digged a bone

From some bleak pool, and pierce the haze

Where censers blaze. Unconqueréd ghouls

Who snigger and leer at demon howls,

Make indicators unto the hell-lashed foam—

Japes that the rattling’d worry in every knell!

Where jargling javels stab a toad,

And mutter swift, as vypers swear;

And spectres that the cauldrons wrought,

Glare on the storm-swept sins that inform

Of monsters that the night-winds rode

When bloody plumes stole to a lair

Beyond the confines of a ghaut.

And spacious halls the place 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 record to a clanging bell

That some encharnel’d hybrid domed,

Sweats cesspools with the pall of worry,

Shrill sounds permeate the barren air,

Each shatter’d mild earlier than a effectively,

Ends its flame in brief, spastic gasps.

And stars that burn however as soon as a yr,

(Veinéd Aureoles to altars the place,

When sins are informed unto every knell

As chanting runes are hushed with clasps

Of winds provoked by black-set night time,

Peer on the caravans in prayer;

A dirge is sung by magicians;

Each Idol squints eyes on the present,

Whilst goblins curse the eerie sight.

And Betelguese, an evil lair

With infernal, warring legions,

Careens as stars shed tears of woe.

Arcadia, its pleasing title,

An Eden the place the rattling’d drink wine,

Where wealthy fêtes greet every varlet’s eye,

Each gyving hound whom Fates have doomed:

Each scyphus veils a burning flame;

A blood-stone from every dome doth shine

On poisons that in goblets lie,

Bred by sorcerers, cursed and tombed.

Then Terrors, Horrors, reign supreme!

Each vial squat earlier than the unfold,

Leer at toads in goblets crossed,

Froth skinks inside every feaster’s glass,

Wine modified to blood, then acrid eco-friendly.

A drunken villain who was bled

As drink his convulsed entrails tossed,

Writhes with the cramps upon the grass

And glares on the face of his god,

Whose wrinkled pores and skin, in ghastly wrath,

Provoked at this son in revolt,

Rants his spleen to the slabs of Doom,

From whence gyte monsters with a rod,

That oft gave imps a bloody bathtub,

Hythe, and earlier than their grasp halt;

And, then got here unhung, battling gloom!

The dome cracked like a clashing star,

All lights had been muffled in a shroud,

Wild winds that cought us of their fold,

Dashed wrecks unto a reeking zone.

In Thralldom’s grasp we waged big warfare,

The storms rasped at every cursing crowd,

From areas far there sprung a chilly

That froze every hoodlum caught in loam.

There, garbed within the wastes of a moat,

Gangrel witches scan the slime to curse

Beneath a dome and shatter’d mild,

An indication that each one are misplaced and doomed.

Toward jagged heights black oaths float,

To skies of jasper mild, adversarial

To Doom’s wealthy fold, prayers attain thro’ night time

That some malignant monster tombed

In phantom-blankets stark and daring.

All mountain-chasms growl and roar;

Each ocean froths black waves of lust;

King Thunder rasps the trembling night time;

Giant lightnings break up their fevered maintain;

Encharneled guilt hastes to this shore

As hydras squirm alongside the mud,

Affrighted at this Cauldron’s sight.

For we’re unsubstantial wrecks

Beyond the pale of scale and fin;

Adventurers tossed by king Time

In area ‘neath supernal skies.

To dungeoned knells the place venom specks

The robes of priestesses with sin,

And prowling apes get drunk with wine,

We flip every thought to coral eyes

That seas have blurred with coffined night time,

And whisper deeds wrought in silence.

A quiver that the tomb-sweat bore

When partitions had been break up with Typhon’s ire;

And monstrous shapes that carved the sunshine

As dragon-worms introduced pestilence

To souls who grovel on this shore,

Proclaim every gyving djinnee sire.

And dryades whom the mists have struck

With ague—A Sceptre of Despair!

(Sklayres to the night time, and suns unstunned)

Dank dulse, the place templed vaults of man,

Coarse-grained, who gambled with king Luck,

‘Mid pulse of life beneath the air,

Shake on the throb of this unsummed

Sphere, the place haunted ideas and goals scan

Athward at a untower’d dwelling.

Where vitals that the glow-worm lit—

Friends to the Doom! as sorrowed soul,

Repress’d with rage, knelt down and prayed,

Rise from the hollowed void a moan

As sins upon papyrus, writ

In vyper’s blood—Jems on this shoal!

Confess’d by guys whom pals have flayed,

Teem within the wind-swept, shatter’d strands—

Blind batter’d keels that know no relaxation

‘Mid surge of moans that tombs have spilt.

Upon the air that Doom hath wrung,

Beyond the fields the place numberless palms

Point to the headland of the West,

Lights and imprecise shadows spell no guilt

Unto the wraiths whom Torpor stung.

And all night-thoughts on this unusual sphere,

Tred within the skirts of waters chilly,

Of hell-winds that the seashores swirl

Dome-high inside this shrunken realm;

And crested billows toss big Fear

Unto every perpetrator’s hidden fold:

The studded roof the place flares a pearl,

The charnel vapours o’erwhelm.

In caverns the place gyte jinnee lee—

Noctivagous lepers within the gloom—

Unhollowed areas wrapped in mild

Where groans are drowned by revels coarse

(Seen by a gump all year long

Above the strife the place horrors soom)

Lurk artful gnomes who with the night time

Rant oaths in voices cracked and hoarse:

Blood-thirsty jinn in essling caves,

Where rubic dyes tinge Torture’s dome,

And vypers’ whispers pierce the night time

As ghouls—whose baneful eyes conspire

With the surge of hell’s roaring waves—

Rear mounts of bone—Dame Sorrow’s dwelling!

As charnel scarn parades in mild—

Unfathomed crafts rayed in wowed apparel.

And dusky mists peer on the present,

Obtest the gloom to additional deeds

Of haste, to Horror’s added may;

Tho’ twilight-witches spill their gloom,

(Betelguese’s priestesses of woe)

Abhorrent gawks lure within the reeds

Where shatter’d lights wing sudden flight,

‘Mid spun-waves kiss’d by poppy bloom.

Dank dulse, and speeding waters chilly;

Eternal indicators of shadowed night time

Beyond the zephyr-haunted house

Of satisfactory lees ‘neath the sky:

Unfathomed haunts of stark souls daring

That squat on waves of darkest dight,

Malignly mute as foam-waves race

To pyres the place guys in torture lie.

When thrones are levelled to the mud,

And glories fade in cauldrons tossed,

‘Mid waters vaster than the night time

In scarlet tombs that rasp grim Death,

Supernal selves, loosed from king Lust

As Dissolution bulwarks crossed,

Conviction of an undreamt may

Assail every mongrel afrite’s breath.

Hushed gasps permeate the solemn air

As coral Twilight flaunts its sheen,

And vapours wreath phantastic kinds

Till vaulted domes glow just like the midday.

Vague goals plague souls past restore,

Phantoms, black demons name their queen,

Skinks and owls whom no conscience storms

Make faces on the leprous moon.

And bleak dungeons dank with odours

Strong, inside every encrusted gyre,

‘Mid treasure-vaults digged by grey Age,

Affronting witches incense burn;

And howling ghouls gape thro’ vapours,

Two siffling vampyres dance on hearth,

Each mottled sage a conqueréd web page

To him whose hate no Doom can flip,

No bat-faced gnome can stem the blaze:

Hence harlots, ghastly with big sin,

Chant runes to him in strobic gloom

As figgum’s plied earlier than his throne.

Malignly mute, he friends thro’ haze;

Infernal pæons shake every Inn,

Blue lights ‘twixt opals burn and bloom

In deep-hued haunts of Typhon’s dwelling.

In useless we search an isle of peace

Beyond the pale of siffling Doom!

‘Mid stillness vaster than the tomb,

Made equal with the ghouls who lurk

On battlements the place witches ease

Their minds as rubic censers fume,

A Fiend bubbles in ruddy bloom

As turgid dyes the night-dwales shirk.

No sunsets crimson this stainéd sea,

No Ev’ntides her plume unfolds;

An opaque mild that Silence wrought.

Careens thro’ house in quest of toll.

Then demons storm every sea and lee,

Abhorrent sights every Cauldron holds,

Dim shapes flit to the distant ghaut

Where Doom sits poised—Each monster’s objective!

Erelong the air shakes with a roar—

Forebodings of souls on Death’s dome!

Bright cyphers spell the new-damnéd title

In letters ‘gainst a leprous dwelling:

Oaths peel just like the hammer of Thor—

The screaming factor is flayed to bone!

Its sins—an outraged Body’s disgrace—

Laid naked as whipcords dye the froth,

Whereon nepheloid imps and night time,

Soom on with tidings of a moan,

Of dews, and whisper’d groans and sighs.

And, as imprecise kinds writhe in despair,

A local in phantastic dight

Stills Torture’s maintain in weazened tone,

Black incense lifts its wand and flies

To haunts the place mattoids rave and swear.

Where figent gawks sken at a gnome,

Decked in byssin and beads of gold;

And glozing jinn on a scree’s top,

That leer as geysers boil and circulation,

Feazing imps on serai’s dome,

Drink from olpes icy philters chilly,

Whilst scarn assails the morning mild—

And gumps haste to the Dawn’s first present.

Then pyres don mystic sklayres agleam,

A faffling idiot leads gawks thro’ corridor

Where fays, in stones of historical artwork,

Dance as Scorpions shake with glee:

Infernal pomps unfold tawny sheen,

Strange figgum, amid unholy pall,

Pierce Sorrows with its poisoned dart

Whence horrors shake their limbs and flee.

And scenes, profound in Aspect’s hue,

Play havoc with eyes of every soul:

Crimson dales (imprecise tho’ they be)

And swards rise from the lurid moat;

Knees bend in Adoration’s pew,

Blithe songs of cheer, far and close to, roll

Thro’ the halls to ebony sea,

Above whose breast twin whispers float—

Tremendous indicators of dooms to be!

And, ere falt’ring midday wings itself

To shadow peaks and portals vibrant

That scyle veiled augueries of Hell,

An agate mild arrays this sea,

Each glabrous fay sports activities with an elf,

A one-eyed owl blinks on the mild,

A green-horned toad croaks from a effectively.

Then pageantries fade within the gloom:

‘Mid Cyclopean storms unstunned

Dank treasure-houses spill their quest

And march with thunder from far West;

Whilst lightning flashes skirr the midday,

Giant moans ascend from shoals unsunned,

The turf, Tartarus’ coals of relaxation—

Helots to the haunts of Sin’s crest—

Whereon jimp jinn journey to hell’s mouth,

The silence stir with oaths of may;

Vile dragons roar at a zimb’s sting;

A swarthy gump leers on the rattling’d:

All soom to mountains of the South

Where sultry winds warfare with the sunshine,

And zanies’ voices rise to sing,

Hosannah to the idol’s stand,

Where azure-censers’ fumes improve

The pomps, adversarial to Sorrow’s dwelling.

Figent hydras squat on every throne,

Mute souls peer on the altar’s flame

As phantom photographs do dance

In honour of this Hybrid’s zone,

Bred on this gorce by some unusual gnome,

Sib to him who performs Satan’s sport.

A Cesspool vext with leprous stench

And oils—An indication that spells a curse!

Visioned with Temples’ diamonds vibrant

In domes as information to these whose cry

Of worry, sprung from a wench’s bench,

Lure all to this unusual shore, adversarial

To moonlit skies. By the ghaut’s mild,

(Ten-thousand furlongs extensive and excessive)

The gaud, spun from sorcerers’ artwork,

Reveals its half unto every soul—

Imperishable indicators of groans

That time nor cyclones can eschew.

No lulling lanes level to a mart,

No tidings good their billows roll;

In fretful haunts the place Sorrow moans,

Swarm souls in Penance’s rasping pew:

Disastrous sights of Torture’s dome!

Red-embered coals that burn their toes

And reeking swimming pools, vile with odours,

Make monstrous this blood-crimson vale.

Where demon-lovers chew a bone

As women and men choak in warmth,

And blood-veinéd sights writhe in vapours—

Eternal shadows in every gale!

To groves the place stiliness sat supreme,

Flee seers in quest of lagging relaxation:

To areas the place big echos roar,

Haste begotten sons on this lair:

There man-born wrecks lie down and dream

Of sea-winds that foam-billows bless’d,

Of auric realms the place censers pour

Violaceous fumes thro’ the air.

And within the deep-hued depths of gore,

(Blind bowels in Betelguese’s maintain)

Gyte vandals that a Dragon bore

Sleep with one eye as Midnight guidelines

These sons of Circe whom pyres adore;

Their ideas vie with the luring fold,

Each sleepless orb glares like a boar—

Infernal hounds of shambling ghouls!

Porphyry mounts the place crystals glare—

Twin carcants strung on idols’ thighs

Whereon stones, blaze like hearth vibrant,

And moonstones add their silver sheen,

A Circean draught, boiled within the air,

Is poured on cippus the place Set lies;

Where vanquished Soldans sleep every night time,

A greenish fungus-torch doth gleam.

Giant battles have been fought in hell,

Principalities rot in mud,

The tombs of kings communicate of the previous

When Incubi reigned with a rod.

Unnumberéd bones adorn every dell—

Where Rulers lie there stands a bust;

Blood-stainéd the palms of him whose activity

Is blasting varlets like a god.

And when some spirit stalks thro’ house

In quest of vaults—Temporal lees!

Treads within the grandeur of dank hell,

A batter’d form that shakes its body,

Spacious areas Courage chase,

Winds drive it to Misery’s seas,

Laughs ascend from sequesteréd effectively,

Thro’ shadows imprecise it hears its disgrace.

And tomb-thrown groans and sighs we hear—

Tho’ midnight’s close to and afrite’s sleep:

An Owl, perturbéd at some unusual sound,

Scares bats in house and wings for domes.

All indicators of woe hath flown with worry,

No maidens heave their breasts and weep,

All wrecks of Flesh lie on the bottom,

Removed from shoals the place Terror moans.

On skulls that some in Death hath left,

Croak toads to lizards in a effectively;

In cajons that the Ancient’s digged,

Swim snakes that hiss at burning oils:

And bats and owls that offal cleft,

Proclaim their burdens to a dell,

Whilst crafts that some unusual witch hath rigged,

Bring slaves unto this Cesspool’s coils.

When carcants gleam like scarlet foam,

And hiss of pyres froth at every mild

In dongas vext as jazels flare

From splinter’d tombs of Kings in mud,

A straggling mist that cleft Hell’s dome,

Peers on the gloom and strobic sight

Of charnel shard as vypers blare

Wrathfully at every Monarch’s bust.

And doleful dirges rake the gloom,

A whisper’d sin sobs on the wrecks;

Graven imps clasp papyrus outdated

And rant every Body’s deeds of disgrace.

Come from a dank and sunken womb

All stranded ghouls on keels and decks

Where Cyclops fought as Vellum informed

In cyphers vibrant, sprung from every flame,

Make hideous eyes on the night time.

And terrors that Tartarus bred

Assail every kingdom treblefold:

A gangrel clan that somebody flayed,

Skirr thro’ the dungeoned halls in flight

And search the caverns of the lifeless.

Where tapers gleam like virgin gold

The tombs of lifeless queens are arrayed:

There, too, a witch unfurls her cowl

And scans the shambling hordes to curse,

And with the sunshine that cyclones break up,

She juggles secrets and techniques of her lust,

And hurls her voice at Néphele’s owl,

Past portals darkish, the place harlots nurse

Their skinless limbs that Torture bit,

And stamps her toes into the mud

As, into olpes she pours a tear:

And, musing on the clouds of gloom,

She wrinkles face and lifts her palms

To mutter phrases unto the night time.

Whereon a ghoul-king hath writ Fear,

And modifications gloom to purple bloom,

The shoals to opal-sanded strands

That attain, previous wrecks to crystal mild,

Where mossy vales with poppies bloom,

And hastes her flight from Terror’s urn,

To onyx seas the place agates glow,

And feats her eyes on woes of hell,

Upon the foam-dreams of king Doom,

Where monsters in pink cauldrons burn,

‘Mid shrieks that from their vitals circulation

With airs that rasp every bone-strewn dell.

And sea-linkt skies of charnel black—

A savage dome! streaked scarlet pink,

Where maids for demon lovers mourn;

And caskets spew a dusky foam

That quench the thirst of yon lone wrack

That holds the sultry, bare lifeless,

Who caught the eyes of waves forlorn,

Now bathed in blood in Hecate’s dwelling.

There garnet wrought and purple lights

Shine thro’ poisoned vials of age

On churning pomps of casements outdated,

Where, when lofty aisles and halls

Ring wealthy with tenor runes in nights

Made solemn by a hoary sage

With darkling eyes that gleam like gold,

A prowling vandal storms the partitions,

Nursed with dank venom broths and oils.

A blood-shot minx hunts for a man;

In stys and damaged pyxs she friends

For him who ruined her honour, soul;

A harlot doomed in clinging coils

That now her longings curse and rattling,

Squats on a cranium and pulls her ears:

Or, simply when she finds her life-goal,—

A cow’ring cur hid from the sight

Beneath a putrid mount of bone,

And tombs develop dank as rising solar

Makes pink every dragon within the West,

She splits his coronary heart and rasps with may,

A curse that rides the surging foam,

A message that this dastard son

Dies eager for a deadly quest—

Surcease of soul and conscience misplaced!

Then rants she sins unto every tomb

That sweat the lusts of these in mud,

And scarlet foam and hiss of oils

That her black deed to domes hath tossed,

Break into writhing life and bloom

As iron crowns and ceptres rust

Of fall’n monarchs crossed in coils.

Anear, two carcants glare like gold;

Afar, a ruby’s mild of pink

Straggles thro’ the pellicléd mist,

And to its vinewed dell haste I,

To catch the fleeting whispers informed

To marble-lamps and head-stones, mentioned,

By demon-husbands as I record,

To maintain every mongrel harlot’s sigh.

There, then, in tatter’d rags and hair,

Coarse-grained of options as soon as so positive,

She spews her evil wrath and rage

Into the wriggling palms and face

Of him who lifts his voice to swear

A curse that stirs the air, whose time

(Tho’ to king Satan speeds a web page)

Hath come as Vengeance wins the race.

When crimson skies and stellor eyes

Swathed palace domes and turrets robust,

Her lips kiss’d mine, and mine did hers,

Ere evil smote her virgin soul.

And furious lights of bleeding dyes

(Whenas she prods him along with her prong)

Make horrible her phrases so terse

That manufacturers this scoundrel on this shoal.

And mutt’ring fast a ghastly oath

As turgid mists veil shadows imprecise,

She plucks his mendacity tongue that stole

Her husband’s love and honour outdated,

And smites him stark and chilly, tho’ loath,

It friends to me her demon-ague

That binds her to this perjured soul,

She drinks his gore from carvels chilly

And leers with fiendish lips at him,

Now tossed in phosphorescent holes.

And as I record to aspen cries,

Veiled augueries in vapours hie

And spell these tokens to every Inn:

Kingdoms, empires, nations, souls,

Shall miss the haunts of Paradise,

And in Subjection, crumbling, lie.

And when the areas, wrapped in mild

By pillared goals and pomps supreme

As curses stir the charnel air

That cover dank caverns deep and daring,

A battling monster smites the night time

As lepers wink their orbs and dream

Of maidens that the boys forswear,

Of templed vaults now stiff in chilly.

And when a dim, unholy tomb,

Wreathes odours damp and vapours robust—

Heirs of the Doomed! as savage domes

Drip palsied sweat and carnal howls

Assail the stationed halls of gloom,

Where imps and devils march alongside

Beside a monarch’s crumbling bones

As witches don their filthy cowls

And rant their sins thro’ whistling halls,

Shake ladies fists at fleeing souls

And wail for bâtard youngsters lifeless;

Whilst rapidly from the burning mud

Ascends an oath that storms the partitions

And rasps the distant mounts and shoals

Until every pyre glows scarlet pink,

Each idol leers with depraved lust.

Forth from rubies flare scented fumes

As beacons glare and bubbles hiss

To crimson strands and altars’ glow

Of burning oils in carvels deep,

Where; when Torture’s bloody dome looms

Cold as shambling shapes of guys kiss

Trembling ladies earlier than the present,

Wraiths level to the place their daughters weep.

To lie in vaults and chambers chilly

‘Mid tombs that ghouls in hatred wrought!

To sleep in dank Subjection’s shard

‘Mid hanuts of purple sins and shales

A Thirst gyre! as bleak, untold,

As ever haunted lady sought

For incubi on scented sward

As bleary owls and vulpine wails

Rake stationed nights and seas forlorn,

Until, when star-linkt domes are pink,

And Oceans’ shells and sands develop white,

Dusky isles and lights—Twins of the Gloom!

Betray every soul cursed and forsworn;

Or awed, at Twilights’ scarlet mattress,

When nightshades blot the conjured mild

As javels vomit loss of life and doom,

Dank vapours veil the seaward flight

Of Satellites grey ‘gainst the night time,

Till, eyes in worry peer at profounds

Unfathomed and, in vales unsunned,

See Cyclops battling within the mild,

‘Mid scarlet foam and gorey sight

Of bloody domes and hybrid hounds

Of Titan’s forges, chilly, unstunned.

Oh, useless every sinner’s prayer of hope!

Alas, alas, all ideas of future belief!

The bloody lanes of reigning Doom

Are lasting tombs for souls accurst.

When in a pool we lie and mope

As vaulted temples rot in mud,

Vague shapes and kinds ascend to spell

Infernal chasms of black gloom.

When crested waves of billowed sea

Are lashed by winds from overseas shoal,

And foam-set breasts are dashed on excessive

As silence holds the unvoiced air,

Unsavoury goals hang-out every lee—

The maw of Hell receives a soul!

A leering fiend blinks on the sky.

Beyond the realm of rulling Care,

Caressed by suns and moons most truthful,

We fain would hye, all wrecks, and lie

In dusky forests dells and vales;

Beyond the Asian skies of blue,

Where sports activities an elf, mayhap a hare,

We fain would haste, every soul, and die,

Unfurl all goals and pinioned sails,

And sleep unmourned in haunts we knew,

Now wracks and domes stare at every soul,

Giant goddards leak a rubic foam;

Blind forges maintain Contagion’s breath;

A Morgan longs for earthly dwelling.

,Tis so with hell’s everlasting shoal

Where skinks eat flesh from wenches’ bone;

Tis thus with us purloined by Death,

Infernal doom that spells a moan.

Ten thousand years was Doom crown’d King;

Sporadic prayers every gnarl’d one lisped;

Despotic sway all topics curs’d

When Hell was new and Earth unborn:

Now souls of man in torture sing,

Each Idol’s glyph by rattling’d one’s kiss’d,

Who then shall say who’s the worst,

A vyper’s brood or man forsworn?

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