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The slash that is the roll of clouds
                                          Above the rising darkness
                                          That is gathering all about
                                          Is fading into blackness
                                          Soulless and immortal
                                          Older than the spaces 
                                          Between the stars

 
                                             The Watcher in the Spaces
                                        Approaches in his mindless way.

                                                  A kind of silence
                                                     Neverending
                                          Falls upon the subtle bending;
                                        All the angles have gone wrong
                                           A piping now the only song
                                                    An idiot's tone 
                                                      Everchiming
                                          Overlaid with sombre sighings

                                            Laughter laughter laughter
                                                   Mad and mirthless
                                                          Everafter   
                                                  From the darkness 
                                                       That is living
                                                  The Old Ones revel,
                                                        Unforgiving
                                    In the sweetness of our final degradation.

                                                     A single scream
                                        Is stitching space and time together
                                                  Like a silver needle;
                                         Does it belong to me, or all my kind?
                                             Is there some future anymore                
                                          With reason broken on the shore
                                             Whence evil incarnate sails in
                                              Its sovereignty now to begin?

                                           Time may deign sometime to tell,
                                                                Or not.
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