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(from: The Dance of the Eunuchs)
... Their voices
Were harsh, their songs melancholy; they sang of
Lovers dying and of children left unborn...
Some beat their drums; others beat their sorry breasts
And wailed, and writhed in vacant ecstasy...
... Even the crows were so
Silent on tress, and the children, wide eyed, still;
All were watching these poor creatures' convulsions.
Such evocative imagery!
— Dec 17, 2021 12:31AM
... Their voices
Were harsh, their songs melancholy; they sang of
Lovers dying and of children left unborn...
Some beat their drums; others beat their sorry breasts
And wailed, and writhed in vacant ecstasy...
... Even the crows were so
Silent on tress, and the children, wide eyed, still;
All were watching these poor creatures' convulsions.
Such evocative imagery!
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