Behold! corniculate horned day
Thrusting me running away lifting tail
I'm turned upside down
Oozing blood
Profusely oozing blood
Night falling
Far-off peak of the mountain putting on
Golden crown;
My blood scattered
The stratus of western horizon
Smeared with my blood...
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