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Hungers Unholy
---by gamahucher
Mourning in the morning
I cry out loud
Blot out the sun blot it black
Black out the sun turn it back
Encase me in nights velvety shroud
In fold upon fold of darkly night
Shut out the suns ghastly light
Pale passionless at me with a cold stare
My love in the gloom with out a care
Oh divine sublime
Thy beauty in death
Quickens my breath
Candles flicker shadows quiver
Reds blacks light and shade
Encase thy form
An angel divinely made
Causes passions in me to storm
My blood doth flow at this beauteous Caravaggio
Hot larva pulses in my veins
The melody of hell in them dwells
In the lurid light red half light
The shuddering roar of the sea
Doth in me seethe
[entire poem here]
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