Perch! Beware the tolling bells lest they presage, Sad tidings borne on silent wings that whisper through the night, Searching, ever searching, for a haven to alight….. Upon (like some lost horror) to bestow, An evil deep within the well of some poor helpless soul; The twisted shaft of once resplendent goal….. Called truth… For deep within the dark and dreadful eve, A madman lurks in masquerade with purpose fully known, To those aware of what lies underneath the wisdom stone….. A thing forewarning of impending doom, Yet loath to be discovered until all is laid in ruin, beneath its feet; Not knowing, ever knowing, it designs its own defeat….. So sure… With dread of those aware his ill design, He turns to stare intently, and with dark and evil eyes, And silent, wings in menace
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