The Slope of Moros
Conspicuous
What is this?
A song that I have known
Did not touch a stranger's lips
Or left the street below
The bright belief
The window's loft
Or Breckenridge
The Captain's cough
Conjured by the witch's soft
Stranger words were muttered oft
Hell's delight
A sorrow might
Bring a sparrow to its plight
Or snuff a pure and precious light
To cry for more when out of sight
Gorgons and guardians
Hellhounds and hopes
Morose mysteries
Conjure the slopes
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