Greenery of the mighty beast,
Scattering from the wildest East.
A mighty pull of darkness lust,
Across the horizon towards the West.
What known to thee had been the best,
Forth the hands beyond the breast.
Now came through South,
Of what North could not,
A slithering silver of Ancient Desire.
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