But I have already met my fate
Stricken down during ill-omened whelping – me
Whom earth now covers under this little marble plaque.
A GATEWAY TO LIMBO
——————HISGRAVE
featherweight
What if the breath that kindled those grim fires, Awaked, should blow them into sevenfold rage, And plunge us in the flames; or from above
Should intermitted vengeance arm again His red right hand to plague us?
consider. what staggering memories frighten and abort the hope that should have been
perhaps
i should just borrow the rememberer's voice again, while i can