Spheres of reality have you passed
Into the illusory world of Dante's hell.
Creeping shades linger inthe dark pits
As terror wings along silently; haunting
Its abominable presence...reaching out
Beyond the groaning valleys that echo
Long forgotten evils....past brooding clouds
Into the shapeless void of icy Chaos.
How weary are the wheels of time spinning out
A web in this vast eternal madness.
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Nuthatch
10 years ago
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