Oblivionâ€” And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat] Her mouth sunken with undying black bloodâ€” The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips. Silentâ€”at nightâ€”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 Belphegorâ€™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-historyâ€”, to dawnâ€™s eternalâ€”. She bellowsâ€”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, echoesâ€¦ !