Death
Slow creatures, slow,
Nuzzle and press,
And take their food
In the darkness!
No stir is now
In all that once was all!
No dream; no sound;
No sight; no sense, is there!
Unseen, the beam of the sun!
Unknown, the ring of the light!
Unknown, in the cave!
Unseen, by the slow, slow, hungers!
Naught's left
— But food!
All else, that was,
Is away!
— Far away
In the Gleam!
In the Ring!
In the Beam!
Nuzzle and press,
And take their food
In the darkness!
No stir is now
In all that once was all!
No dream; no sound;
No sight; no sense, is there!
Unseen, the beam of the sun!
Unknown, the ring of the light!
Unknown, in the cave!
Unseen, by the slow, slow, hungers!
Naught's left
— But food!
All else, that was,
Is away!
— Far away
In the Gleam!
In the Ring!
In the Beam!
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