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Staring there, to the city moon
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white
The black voyeur in his black clad masque
In the serpentine sun of basked

Stood cursing at the soul dead mass
With their illusions, vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life by in the whirl
A lone silent warrior in a world

He cried for night but night not come
So swept in the shroud of misanthrope, he went
And fed the galleries
With the artifacts of the black
Sunken into the shadows a dry sardonic smile
He made the footprints a part of his
To rouse a confrontation

Stood at the carving on the monument lies
Digging of the earth, making friends with the
As the all mother rises and bares her thighs
He into her cold, icy womb