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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 1, Fall 1942

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Dreams of Yith. (cont.)
VI
Amid dim hills that poison mosses blast, 
Far from the lands and seas of our clean earth,
Dread nightmare shadows dance---obscenely cast
By twisted talons of archaen birth
On rows of slimy pillars stretching past
And in that realm sane eyes may never see---
For black light streams from skies of ebony.
VII
On those queer mountains which hold back the horde
That lie in waiting in their mouldy graves,
Who groan and mumble to a hidden lord
Still waiting for the time-worn key that saves;
There dwells a watcher which can ill afford
To let invaders by those hoary caves.
But some day then may dreamers find the way
That leads down elfin-painted paths of gray.
VIII
And past those unclean spires that ever lean
Above the windings of unpeopled streets;
And far beyond the walls and silver screen
That veils the secrets of those dim retreats,
A scarlet pathway leads that some have seen
In wildest that dimming path in fearful flight
Queer beings squirm and hasten in the light. 
IX
High in the ebon skies on scaly wings
Dread batlike beasts soar past those towers gray
To peer in greedy longing at the things
Which sprawl in every twisted passageway.
And when their gruesome flight a shadow brings
The dwellers lift dim eyes above the clay. 
But lidded bulbs close heavily once more;
They wait---for Sotho to unlatch the door!
X
Now, though the veil of troubled visions deep
Is draped to blind me to the secret ways
Leading through blackness to the realm of sleep
That haunts me all my jumbled nights and days,
I feel the dim path that will let me keep
That rendezvous in Yith where Sotho plays.
At last I see a glowing turret shine,
And I am coming, for the key is mine!
--3--

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Dreams of Yith. (cont.) VI Amid dim hills that poison mosses blast, Far from the lands and seas of our clean earth, Dread nightmare shadows dance---obscenely cast By twisted talons of archaen birth On rows of slimy pillars stretching past And in that realm sane eyes may never see--- For black light streams from skies of ebony. VII On those queer mountains which hold back the horde That lie in waiting in their mouldy graves, Who groan and mumble to a hidden lord Still waiting for the time-worn key that saves; There dwells a watcher which can ill afford To let invaders by those hoary caves. But some day then may dreamers find the way That leads down elfin-painted paths of gray. VIII And past those unclean spires that ever lean Above the windings of unpeopled streets; And far beyond the walls and silver screen That veils the secrets of those dim retreats, A scarlet pathway leads that some have seen In wildest that dimming path in fearful flight Queer beings squirm and hasten in the light. IX High in the ebon skies on scaly wings Dread batlike beasts soar past those towers gray To peer in greedy longing at the things Which sprawl in every twisted passageway. And when their gruesome flight a shadow brings The dwellers lift dim eyes above the clay. But lidded bulbs close heavily once more; They wait---for Sotho to unlatch the door! X Now, though the veil of troubled visions deep Is draped to blind me to the secret ways Leading through blackness to the realm of sleep That haunts me all my jumbled nights and days, I feel the dim path that will let me keep That rendezvous in Yith where Sotho plays. At last I see a glowing turret shine, And I am coming, for the key is mine! --3--