Scimitar In The Stall

The fever on the wall the scimitar in the stall of a Figure black a hag bent that the scientist who lit the fire of Immortality fanned it not more fanned it not more Hear! the loud bell ringing. It be noon. But it be midnight the sweeter. There's thrill in the bones. Louder! Louder! la, la, la, la, la. From the stars' burning fire today there grew sparks of ire that fell on the sleeping Earth and there remained till Dawn to day gave birth. Look! how lovely Dawn in her labor pains is she. Look! Look! Look!