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Stygian feast
Spirits will dance around me
in a macabre recalling game;
there you will hear my name,
for acheronian ghosts want me.
I shall hear - long shout in fog;
as the wind for me will holler,
aim your consent to be a caller,
a pseudo esthesis in rained bog.
Then will come a mindful wraith;
darkish wings will hum an' gravel,
fates will pulsate with an angel,
stygian feast in mind and faith.
poem
by
Giorgio Veneto
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