Screwtape

Crescent moons are

just like scyths they

are harbingers of 

what was what

is what will

be in the eyes 

of Abaddon

But Buddha puffs 

smoke rings in

the darkness next

to Virgil's soul

trickling down 

the montainous midnight 

of the gates of

Hell so there is

not a single dragonfly,

lion, leopard, greyhound, who

can know Mercury's 

nightmare freezing, dying,

soulless void so deep its 

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