the lizard circle takes a name
uncouth uncut for holy game
i know once lost will not regain, nor torchlight end
mine eye comply
touch stone upon the sulphur core
if quoth a raven "never", more
or lessing cost the hidden door, let raining rend
thy sinking sky
the night was young before she grew
a lizard's crown of scale for you
before the toll of life's curfew, the dark amends
dry blinded eyes
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