The dull star of Venus' past,
Drifting through skulls, white and grey,
Fastens the Moon to the mast
Of a Midnight epoch's prey -
Shadows dancing on the walls!
Each cycle to perfection
Dissolving in cloths of fate,
Opal drapes in reflection
Pupils mottle the slate -
Shadows dancing on the walls!
Shivering into pulses,
Future stalls, gasping ulcers,
Fresh-linen weaved from the soul
Shroud a halo to the hole -
Shadows dancing on the walls!
The substance of dreams consolidates
And blackness amalgamates,
Veins burn, mellow, and sedate
Eyes reflecting the Eternal state -
Shadows dancing on the walls! ...
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