Oct 31, 2006 17:08
And she rises with the walls, rushing up to the sky as he hangs in the air.
(I heard already on the right the whirlpool
Making a horrible crashing under us;
Whence I thrust out my head with eyes cast downward.)
Harth closes his eyes.
(Then was I still more fearful of the abyss;
Because I fires beheld, and heard laments,
Whereat I, trembling, all the closer cling.)
And wakes.