At the gates of gloom,
By the shores of midnight waters.
She waits, radiant beauty of ancient dreams.
A delicate apparition of the misty night
The sibyl of the lake,
Watching through vaporous rings of haunted forests
She gazes across the waters adamantine
in the pearly glow of a ghostly moon
Scanning the black expanse of astral forests
and the cloudy legions that gather above
Emblazoned across the starry night
Her sibyl eye staring across these still waters,
to the Pleiades rising.
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