Lost paradise prophesied

in #tao-chia4 months ago (edited)


In secret, riding through the air she comes, lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance with Lapland witches, while the labouring moon eclipses at their charms. The other Shape - if shape it might be called that shape had none distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; or substance might be called that shadow seemed, for each seemed either—black it stood as Night, fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, and shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head the likeness of a kingly crown had on.

Satan was now at hand, and from his seat the monster moving onward came as fast with horrid strides; Hell trembled as he strode. Back to thy punishment, false fugitive; and to thy speed add wings, lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue thy lingering, or with one stroke of this dart strange horror seize thee, and pangs unfelt before.’

So spake the grisly Terror, and in shape, so speaking and so threatening, grew tenfold, more dreadful and deform. Distorted, all my nether shape thus grew transformed: but he my inbred enemy forth issued, brandishing his fatal dart, made to destroy.
I fled, and cried out Death! Death ready stands to interpose his dart, fearless to be o’ermatched by living might.

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