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    Sphinx
    As thus that creature had been hidden
    Between the stone-cold walls of kloof
    And nane se dare to look for this ae -
    I'm looking forward the next ae

    There are a lot of dark dimensions,
    The ninefold darkness hath nae borders
    And its abode is sae self-closed as
    Everything becometh this ae.

    Those beings stay forever countless.
    What kind of them I'd like to show thee?
    And lo, this ae's the most important.
    Therefore sae little dost thou see

    As anyone doth... I'd like to ask thee
    What kind of them - I mean that being
    Hath four the pillars in the Morning
    And two of them - I mean the pillars -

    Se be despised by Day and then -
    It wilt be taken by the Even
    Wha giveth to it the other ae.
    Wi' four or two or three it liveth...

    What hae I thought to be?
    Why wert thou so dear?
    You've just erupted as a... curse -
    Your mystic name's Nehemiah!

    I
    DO
    NOT
    Believe in hell
    As it has been seen by people
    Things are really very differ
    I do not believe in hell
    Devil doth exist and dwell
    In your fears, deep into night
    As his living was described
    I could not evoke its prose 'cause
    I could not believe his bride.

    By no means I do believe the devil is here
    D-d-d-d-devil is here
    D-d-d-d-devil is near
    Much nearer than thou canst imagine thyself my dear
    M-m-m-my mortal friend
    W-w-w-when thou see thine end
    Thou wilt also see what wad have been enshrouded on thy bed...

    I am a sphinx!
    Eternal light inside the dead of night
    I am a sphinx
    Behind thy stupid mind
    Behind thy sight,
    'Tis cataract of
    My chants in sonorous archangelical tongue
    Sweep thee awa' wi' howl
    Thus I am to keep thee for aye in awe
    I am a sphinx...aloof wi' thee
    I wad not like to be the guide of thine anon and for all time!

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    Since ye could no longer be alone -
    It won't be left undone henceforth.

    Why were flowers for Margaux
    Not sent for? Sae she hath gone
    Shadow fell upon her eyne
    Doth she sleep or hath she died?

    Winds ye scratch her coffin now
    Make it fly, make it fall down:
    May she roll onto her way
    Sweeping dust and getting grey

    May her lash rise suddenly
    May she watch what she should be
    May she gae frae her ash-bin
    Having stared at the welkin

    She doth wear much larger size
    Of the corpses for disguise
    She se fly frae dress like that
    She se fall and blow awa'

    May she graze amid the trees
    Wi' inherited greediness
    May the rope be wanton's tie
    'Tis not hard for risen ae.

    Hast thou e'er looked through the mirror?
    Hast thou ne'er tried to see her?
    Hast thou e'er seen as a suit
    Her verisimilitude!

    "Ye cannot stay the way ye used to be
    Ye cannot stay the way ye are
    This ae hath kept you trembling, hasn't he?
    Hath kept you kneeling to your God."

    Wert thou ne'er being seduced
    By suspicions when they came wi' night to thee?
    To thee who swarmest up to be
    The crown of all the wights?

    "I ran to gorgon like you.
    I wish I hadn't sped to you
    Suddenly I came -
    I wished I'd never come to gloomy lair"

    My curse is my pride is to devour devil's brew
    I am feeling abhorrence but speaking to you
    As your fiend he does lurk at the most hidden glade
    Of your mind - I'll be able to show you your fate

    'Tis so hard to believe - you have not understood
    Can you see? -
    "No, I can't but I wish I could...
    If it were so easy I would really drain
    The soil o' my tomb..."
    And escape far away!

    Have you not vivified your religion and kneeled
    To the power of GOD?
    "Did you not ask me
    If it made me be scared..."
    If it makes you believe
    You will never visit the gorgon like me!

    Do you feel like flying - and so shall we fly!
    You tear me asunder and lo - so do I!
    You'll get your wight torn by the celestial wise
    Amongst howling skies fall adown anywise!

    Why is being cold in here?
    The answers were sent for.
    Kloof hath begotten thousands riddles since chaos...
    (For aught I know)
    Am I those wha ye have not as yet seen before?
    And ye are pale reflections
    So looking glass am I
    Asquint ye stare though my surface
    And ask 'self: Wha am I
    My voice is only icy wind
    Upon thy lips - 'tis dirge of thine

    Voracious stranger!
    Anyhow
    Se thou have seen what I hae seen?

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