Echo of the Gallows

"Echo of the Gallows"
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That night the empty corridors
Were full of forms of Fear,
And up and down the iron town
Stole feet we could not hear,
And through the bars that hide the stars
White faces seemed to peer.

With the pirouettes of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear, they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque, they led,
And loud they sang, and loud they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.

We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.

Silently we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And terror crept behind.

- Oscar Wilde
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Render in Blender 2.9 Cycles.
ft. 3D scan Signe Tegner - Rudolph Tegner by Geoffrey Marchal