The stars are blotted out,
   The clouds are covering clouds
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
   In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
   Just loosed from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
   Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray,
   And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
   The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
   A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black -
   Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
   Come, Mother, come!

For Terror is Thy name,
   Death is in Thy breath,
And every shaking step
   Destroys a world fore'er.
Thou 'Time', the All-destroyer!
   Come, O Mother, come!

Who dares misery love,
   And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction's dance,
To him the Mother comes.

Contact: BRC Coroner

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