Beneath the skin, where shadows creep,Where silent specters nightly weep,There courses through, with muffled breath,A harbinger of quiet death. Oh! How it winds, how it ascends,Through veins and arteries, it bends—Invisible, it takes its hold,More treacherous than tales of old. No cawing raven warns the door,No tempest howls upon the […]
The Veil of the Veins
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