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Grim discoveries

Made in the morn

As family and friends

Lie still in the dawn

Terror afresh

With every sunset

"Who will be slain

In their path next?"

"Retreat for life

If you taste near

The aroma of wax

Creep in the air

Lest From Beyond

Approaches a doom

The Maiden and Host

Reap beneath the moon"

A Woman sees

The Maiden afar

No visage mistaken

By tricks of the dark

"Might she be stopped

When morrow has come

If her senses return

From whence they've foregone?"