Now Horror Looks Me In The Face
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Now Horror looks me in the face
My grim and emaciated face
Where is the proud Poet Seer?
Demoralized and humbled
I to sing try and fall
Till a verse falls from heaven.
And it be the Muse that comes
A little light, a dim little night
O! in this horror-laden night!
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