The
seething blackness of Aiud, Baia,
Suceava,
Sighet, and Pitesti
Was
not simply the absence of light
But
an antilight whose substance was the malice
Of
demons and the hatred and violence
Of
men. When Communism fell, it fled
And
hid away in the lairs and crevices
Deep
within the barren rocks.
Thirty
years
Have
passed, and man is once again a wolf
To
man. Fear of death and suffering
From
an unknown germ calls forth the hideous
Darkness
from its hidden pits, obeying
Like
a golem conjured by a grimoire’s spell,
. . .
The rest is at https://www.newenglishreview.org/custpage.cfm?frm=190939&sec_id=190939.
--
Holy Ælfred
the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to
the Union!
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