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But such bolts, and such a door! Rust and decay and fungus had been there far too long, and it was not a barrier any longer that would keep out even a determined wolf. And it seemed to be something worse than a wolf that they feared.

Lord Dunsany, The House of the Sphinx

Realms of Filth

Sifting through some shadows hid betwixt some whisps of night.
Grown what has in stillness was kept hidden in plain sight.
In mazes of ungrowing swell'd the mists of rotting thought
Where rusts the scaly armour after many shades were fought.

Forgotten realms of filth,
Forgotten dreams of day,
Forgotten depths of night
Obsur'd from sunlight's sight
Where the secrets stay:
Forgotten realms of filth.

Reflecting naught but nightshade hides the fount of dead delight.
Inversion of the bright night fills the realm of lewd unlight.
A haunter of the deadness might there wail a silent groan—
Wasted lust for noone flows unmoving life ungrown.

Forgotten realms of filth,
Forgotten dreams of day,
Forgotten depths of night,
Obsur'd from sunlight's sight
Where the secrets stay
Forgotten realms of filth.

Through nothing wind and nothing ran the mover that had got
Paradoxal being, an existence in the not.
Un-tailed and not quite furry was the feline that would hiss
Through ages of not night-light at deep spectre-fill'd unbliss.

Forgotten realms of filth,
Forgotten dreams of day,
Forgotten depths of night
Obsur'd from sunlight's sight
Where the secrets stay;
Forgotten realms of filth
Obscur'd the realms of day,
Abyssal depths of night
Away from sunbright might
Where the filth may stay:
Forgotten realms of filth.

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