Be warned. Moon-warned!
Each stepped-up fright
To its own lit door shown.
Bats know the signs.
High gable, turret
Of gothic nights, shade-blown.
Voice-void; save of
What calmly stride;
And sweet nothings express.
Doomed ghost lovers
Fogged, world-forgot
Unto Time's end? Your guess!
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