."But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes! â It writhes! â with mortal pangs
The mimes become it's food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out â out ar.
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