Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat] Her mouth sunken with undying black blood— The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips. Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol, Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood; The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor’s whims. O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides! The fallen demigod has mockery eyes! Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone From pre-history—, to dawn’s eternal—. She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below. As I stand here in wonderment and stare A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !
