he would lie on the cliffs
the forbidding peaks,
dark and sinister, reaching out
rousing the old
horror loomed
whose boundaries no prophet might fix,
leaping through open windows at night
the most grotesque deaths
had been reported —
but this
was not the dense pall
of mystery —
he had turned,
could no longer be restrained — Hope
fell through the cyclone-whipped dark
foliage wilted
all that survived
had to be shot
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
he would lie on the cliffs
the forbidding peaks,
dark and sinister, reaching out
rousing the old
horror loomed
whose boundaries no prophet might fix,
leaping through open windows at night
the most grotesque deaths
had been reported —
but this
was not the dense pall
of mystery —
he had turned,
could no longer be restrained — Hope
fell through the cyclone-whipped dark
foliage wilted
all that survived
had to be shot
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