(In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing

away the rubbish from a cave's mouth; within a

number of Dragons were hollowing the cave. In

the second chamber was a Viper folding round

the rock and the cave, and others adoring it

with gold, silver and precious stones. In the

third chamber was an Eagle with wings and

feathers of air: he caused the inside of the

cave to be infinite. Around were numbers of

Eagle-like men who built palaces in the immense

cliffs. In the fourth chamber were Lions of

flaming fire, raging around and melting the

metals into living fluids)



As thus that creature had been hidden

Between the stone-cold walls of kloof

And nane se dare to look for this ae -

I'm looking forward the next ae



There are a lot of dark dimensions,

The ninefold darkness hath nae borders

And its abode is sae self-closed as

Everything becometh this ae.



Those beings stay forever countless.

What kind of them I'd like to show thee?

And lo, this ae's the most important.

Therefore sae little dost thou see



As anyone doth... I'd like to ask thee

What kind of them - I mean that being

Hath four the pillars in the Morning

And two of them - I mean the pillars -



Se be despised by Day and then -

It wilt be taken by the Even

Wha giveth to it the other ae.

Wi' four or two or three it liveth...



What hae I thought to be?

Why wert thou so dear?

You've just erupted as a... curse -

Your mystic name's Nehemiah!



I

DO

NOT

Believe in hell

As it has been seen by people

Things are really very differ

I do not believe in hell

Devil doth exist and dwell

In your fears, deep into night

As his living was described

I could not evoke its prose 'cause

I could not believe his bride.



By no means I do believe the devil is here

D-d-d-d-devil is here

D-d-d-d-devil is near

Much nearer than thou canst imagine thyself my dear

M-m-m-my mortal friend

W-w-w-when thou see thine end

Thou wilt also see what wad have been enshrouded on thy bed...



I am a sphinx!

Eternal light inside the dead of night

I am a sphinx

Behind thy stupid mind

Behind thy sight,

'Tis cataract of

My chants in sonorous archangelical tongue

Sweep thee awa' wi' howl

Thus I am to keep thee for aye in awe

I am a sphinx... aloof wi' thee

I wad not like to be the guide of thine anon and for all time!



Since ye could no longer be alone -

It won't be left undone henceforth.



Why were flowers for Margaux

Not sent for? Sae she hath gone

Shadow fell upon her eyne

Doth she sleep or hath she died?



Winds ye scratch her coffin now

Make it fly, make it fall down:

May she roll onto her way

Sweeping dust and getting grey



May her lash rise suddenly

May she watch what she should be

May she gae frae her ash-bin

Having stared at the welkin



She doth wear much larger size

Of the corpses for disguise

She se fly frae dress like that

She se fall and blow awa'



May she graze amid the trees

Wi' inherited greediness

May the rope be wanton's tie

'Tis not hard for risen ae.



Hast thou e'er looked through the mirror?

Hast thou ne'er tried to see her?

Hast thou e'er seen as a suit

Her verisimilitude!



"Ye cannot stay the way ye used to be

Ye cannot stay the way ye are

This ae hath kept you trembling, hasn't he?

Hath kept you kneeling to your God."



Wert thou ne'er being seduced

By suspicions when they came wi' night to thee?

To thee who swarmest up to be

The crown of all the wights?



"I ran to gorgon like you.

I wish I hadn't sped to you

Suddenly I came -

I wished I'd never come to gloomy lair"



My curse is my pride is to devour devil's brew

I am feeling abhorrence but speaking to you

As your fiend he does lurk at the most hidden glade

Of your mind - I'll be able to show you your fate



'Tis so hard to believe - you have not understood

Can you see? -

"No, I can't but I wish I could...

If it were so easy I would really drain

The soil o' my tomb..."

And escape far away!



Have you not vivified your religion and kneeled

To the power of GOD?

"Did you not ask me

If it made me be scared..."

If it makes you believe

You will never visit the gorgon like me!



Do you feel like flying - and so shall we fly!

You tear me asunder and lo - so do I!

You'll get your wight torn by the celestial wise

Amongst howling skies fall adown anywise!



Why is being cold in here?

The answers were sent for.

Kloof hath begotten thousands riddles since chaos...

(For aught I know)

Am I those wha ye have not as yet seen before?

And ye are pale reflections

So looking glass am I

Asquint ye stare though my surface

And ask 'self: Wha am I

My voice is only icy wind

Upon thy lips - 'tis dirge of thine



Voracious stranger!

Anyhow

Se thou have seen what I hae seen?