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At midnight a soft hand touched me: “Get up.” I stepped outside the silent sleeping barracks and saw: Azrael, the angel who reigns over the dead rushed down from the night firmament, all revenge…
This is November
Season of mills.
Wind of the black early morning services.
Cemetery
And thousandnightliness
Of the childish little candles,
And their fear.
Trudging now
Through the…
Jeremiah:Not now the time for beginnings. The end draws nigh.The Mother:It is time! It is time! Long since have you grown to manhood. The house has need of a wife, and of children to raise up seed to…