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And pilgrimage night I walked unseen

On thorny thistles vines

To behold the conuct of night sky

A pale wondering moon on drunken sky

Of nordic stars strewn in its path

And conjure its embers for a swathe

That I may end my weary quest

In concerted revelry's jest

Over delightful roars of order's fall

Summoning god ot victor's trumpet call

Off I ride on passing zenith winds

Through corridors of heathen kins

I hear whisper kindle of a dance

Perform the arts of phallic stance

For a sentient to conceive

Bestow upon me a nymphet conceive