ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS: *Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.*
The Walker:
A leaf turns—The mind burns. Thin and clear Death stands here. His lips bend For Time's end. Over all My feet fall.
A leaf turns—The mind burns.
Thin and clear Death stands here.
His lips bend For Time's end.
Over all My feet fall.
Yvor Winters.
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