Satyr
SHE STOOD IN FEEBLE DARKNESS
CLAD IN FLOWING WHITE
A LUCID IMAGE
TRANSFIXED WAS I
BY HER ETHEREAL PRESENCE
UNTIL I GLANCED UPON
HER FLAMING CRIMSON EYES
THAT INSTILLED IN ME
SUCH A FRIGID TERROR
THAT I COULD SCARCE
MOVE OR SCREAM
FROZEN PANIC
HELD MY GAZE
HER PALE DEAD HAND
REACHED OUT
FROM INFINITE LOCKS OF BROWN
HER INTENTIONS ANCHORED
BY SOME UNKNOWN FORCE
SHE VANISHED.
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