This ghoulish imagination
Feeds off a night-mist!
This love, eying back at you, burns
Such fears will resist.
Hardest warding off distraction!
Bloodthirstily near
For what looms out plain chilled vale's
Dread castle-raising!
Before it sends you screaming, cling
The more tighter, dear.
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