A campanile, ghost-white in the mist,Tolled forth a tintinnabulum of dread,As if the very iron had been kissedBy lips of the unresurrected dead.The thaumaturge, with amethystine eyes,Deciphered every chronometric beat,For in the clockwork’s clattering disguise,The past and future centrifugally meet.He clutched a grimoire bound in leviathan hide,Its pages phosphorescent with decay,Wherein the demiurge’s laws reside,Obscured by the penumbra of the day.The gears ground down the gristle of the hours,Devouring the alchemy of powers.
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