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Doyen of Dread. H. P. Lovecraft.

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And now, without further what's name,

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The Festival by H.P. Lovecraft. Devils so work that things which are not appear to men as if they were real.

Lacantius.

I was far from home and the spell of the eastern sea was upon me.

In the twilight I heard it pounding on the rocks,

and I knew it lay just over the hill

where the twisting willows writhed against the clearing sky

and the first stars of evening.

And because my fathers had called me to the old town beyond,

I pushed on through the shallow, new fallen snow,

along the road that soared, lonely, up to where Aldebaran twinkled among the trees.

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