Phantasmagoria

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In motionless nightWhere Diana scans The lay of the land From her splendid height A spectre stalks The corridors Of noble maws And patriot hawks Stirring slumber The martyr leaps As the unctuous sleeps Through pounding thunder His body stiffens And as he shrieks His bloodied cheeks Become so ashen

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