Grim

 

Destiny-dewed He knocked
At the house which knew no door.
Within his pockets slept the moon,
Beneath his cloak dwelt the stars.

“Will you let me in?” He asked.
“I have traveled very far. I have grown very old.”
In answer danced the desert, howled the infinite hyena:
Doomsday songs illiterate in their keeper’s language.

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