by Robert Nelson
_I. In Living Darkness_
In dreams agone I walked aimlessly and long in far and distant realms.
I have seen wretched and depressed women feed with their milk the
famished spirits that swelter and moulder amid the rank noisomeness
of charnel hells. By blue and rotting trees I have seen colossal and
cankered white worms fawning to their young and devouring themselves.
I have seen evil and demented dwarfs fling flaring torches into the
faces of maids who were playing sad violins and dying with nameless
sins and melody. And I have stood on red rocks overlooking a black and
ever-surging sea wherein dread things stabbed and slew and shrieked in
exaltation to the molten dripping skies.
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