Castle grey age bitten
Walls
Even
In
The
Pining
Dusk
Manifests:
Castle
That
Grey-black
Looms
Even
In
The distance.
But ah! at night
How red
How burning
Burns
How burning
Lights
The white stars
Have fear
In
Their faces
And
The moon
Behind
The
Clouds
That reflect red
And
The background vault
That the shell of the heavens immense
Turns
Be burning
Be red.
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