Fragment of horror
And the dance was now silent
And then it howled found
And round the monk's cassocks
Few up and went down
Of one colour - shabby colour
And as they turned wild and turned
They like a rainbow of horror
And the torches flamed up
In the ark where appeared
Pale faces now this now that in the dark
And horror was thick in the end
At the start, in the middle of thins
And….
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