Those harbingers of darkness,
Whose primal hands
Seek to take down
Walkers of the burning sands-
Whose skillful eyes
Meet out the night
With fear and evil symmetry.
Who mix the words of good men gone
And pick out the soul
From dead men's bones,
Whose skillful eyes
Meet out the night
With fright and symmetry.
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