The Wailing Knight
The night was listening
To the silent drums of chilling
Mightyness draging so slow by
decades, cumbersome so lowly
Once in heavy daylight! Musty
thought brain thou hold! fusty
look now flesh prefer..........
We wail at poor last close
of the no more opening eye
we wail and wail to the distance
so that is all about life? -
I pose an erotema!
For now the bloom has withered
The libraries are raised down
Alas! The knight had gone
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