Grim faced is this night
And Sound leapt in a Pool of Suicides
This dusk!
Droplets of sugar hang
Stalactites and stalagmites
Have turned yellow-green
And stink as foul gangrene
A thousand and more Horrors dance
On old Mtahleb Plains
With ennui Night yawns
And plies!
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