The flaming flicks and 'gainst the dark, the fast sprung shadows prance. The brazier's embers burn dim bright 'cross tomes and notes in tatters cast. The slender lights a smoking dance, they turn Her eye in flashing fear. She laughing makes a cursing scoff "they do not draw so near". Then daring still she turns the page, awakes now blackened lore. And headless of the weird display she spoke and was no more.
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