.I descend
I descend again
I closed my eyes and still these vistas rend
The waning sun... it's light so thing
Sickly, these pale shafts press
At a gruesome fog, an entangling torpor>Stripping the fenland air of pellucidity
Writhing chains of spiritual desolation reach
An.
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