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Acolyte, v. 1, issue 1, Fall 1942
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CONTRADICTION [underlined with stars] by Duane W. Rimel Where is that house I saw among the trees That beckoned to me with those grasping arms As if to reach with nighted class and seize All passersby, and woo each with its charm? Where is that crumbling pile that haunts me yet As I stroll through dim alleys of the night And stare at paneless windows, to forget That silhouetted house of demon-light? Once when I wandered down those lanes of yore, Still searching for that ancient, lost demeane; I saw a gabled roof that hinted more Than passing glances could have lightly seen. Some dim suggestion called me to that door And when I paused upon the threshold bare, It seemed I'd seen that mouldering place before, As if some fate had led my footsteps there. Yet it was not the thing my eyes had sought--- Some vague, dim essence was not quite the same, As if a curious mist had softly wrought A metamorphosis without a name. Spellbound, I paused outside the mouldy door, Yet certain that the whim had led me ill; And then I shuddered when I heard the floor Creak spectrally beneath the window sill! But when I thought to leave that rotting place That stood in strange surroundings, out of place; I thought I heard an elfin time-bell ring Upon my ears from caverns deep in space. Then, when I flung the crusted door full wide, I knew that time had rustled many a page; For recognition came, and death had lied. It was the house, but in an alien age! [footer] -- 20 -- [/footer]
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CONTRADICTION [underlined with stars] by Duane W. Rimel Where is that house I saw among the trees That beckoned to me with those grasping arms As if to reach with nighted class and seize All passersby, and woo each with its charm? Where is that crumbling pile that haunts me yet As I stroll through dim alleys of the night And stare at paneless windows, to forget That silhouetted house of demon-light? Once when I wandered down those lanes of yore, Still searching for that ancient, lost demeane; I saw a gabled roof that hinted more Than passing glances could have lightly seen. Some dim suggestion called me to that door And when I paused upon the threshold bare, It seemed I'd seen that mouldering place before, As if some fate had led my footsteps there. Yet it was not the thing my eyes had sought--- Some vague, dim essence was not quite the same, As if a curious mist had softly wrought A metamorphosis without a name. Spellbound, I paused outside the mouldy door, Yet certain that the whim had led me ill; And then I shuddered when I heard the floor Creak spectrally beneath the window sill! But when I thought to leave that rotting place That stood in strange surroundings, out of place; I thought I heard an elfin time-bell ring Upon my ears from caverns deep in space. Then, when I flung the crusted door full wide, I knew that time had rustled many a page; For recognition came, and death had lied. It was the house, but in an alien age! [footer] -- 20 -- [/footer]
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