BLACK OMEN
Out of the slanting dusk it came—
The thought too sinister for words;
With wings that flapped against the moon
More darkly swift than any bird's.
The thought too sinister for words;
With wings that flapped against the moon
More darkly swift than any bird's.
As a bat all night above a pond
Shadows the mirrored firmament,
It flecked my tranquil pool of dreams;
And like a bat at dawn it went.
Shadows the mirrored firmament,
It flecked my tranquil pool of dreams;
And like a bat at dawn it went.
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