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Tree Of Light

When I in shades of blue repose
On trodden leaves of wildrose
With heavens speared by purple light
Above me writing twisted night
And all the world has filled with fright
As a foul and ill wind blows:

When I in robes of ash fast flee
Yet all the imps of Hell chase me
With chatters like a cockroach horde

And groans like stone scraped on board
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Kelly Allen Vinal 28 August 2006

What vivid and wonderful imagry - most excellent!

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