Jan Frackiewicz

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The Grace Of Bygone Days

On these wistful wastes, under forlorn skies
my mist-clad memories were bound to go-and so!
The past would seem a torn and tattered tableau
When Crawling Chaos came to claim The Idiot's Price.

Deep Time, Thy Depth

I've seen in dreams the Darkling Deep

The black Amaranthine Abysm

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