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Dead rose approaches, cresting the middle horizon,
like raven, like harrier ascending,
	
        An apparition not flying, but gliding the stone commons,
        under gargoyle and lantern tower.



Black mane wafts apart to disclose her powdery aspect,
an organic study in light contrast,



        pale flesh behind malignant mouth, her eyes disappearing;
        even Ansel would lose her shadow.



Such bold and manifest evil begs an Inquisitor's wrath,
mystic maiden's destined end desiring,



        yet no crowd or judge appears save a shy spector passing by,
        who nods once but brooks no attachment.



Peonies and the sky blue sky mock the parody.
Pierced flesh slouches to the library.