He felt behind him
The pawing above
And he recoiled
Till
Habit made him
Immune-indifferent
Through thunder
Bound in forest trees
And in the woods outside
The sleeping town
The knight stunned
Escaped and fled
From the city ancient:
The oven and
The forge of
Witches distant-sited
Each from each
In to the thicket forest
That night
That night
Of all nights.
Of nights.
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