Long jutting jaws of the beast,
Like obsidian towers arise from darkness,
Glimmering and fading in the pale moon-light,
Appear and disappear, like antechambers of night.
Standing high above, up close to the stars,
Now looking down from your triumphant arch,
Something beneath you gazes back from dark,
Far below the mirages and dancing-dreams,
Apparitions of black spiderweb streams,
The glint of evening star, a street-lamp,
Seen through perpetual pour of chilling rain,
That here dims the vision down the urban plane.
Here, the dream to sleep eternal
Well survives in the windowless wards,
That fill the apartments in coal-black shards,
Rising to meet the sky where no sun dwells.
Finally, the ground through ashy mist viewing,
You see a shroudy wind past oaken floors blowing,
Quickly peeking, then no more, see slits and rifts,
Through which pearly serpents from city's centre,
The golden abode of your jagged horn exit and enter.
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