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Lord Of The Black Gulf

The Howling Void


Rivers coursing through earthen veins
Urgent necessary pulse
A creature still young clawing through the soil
Into black shining seas
Eleven shining black towers
Yawn endlessly towards the misting heavens
And endlessly down into the shadowless abyss
Fading in a dark fluid sunset
Restful beneath the restless waves

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