Jewels of Romance/Solitude Studies/According to the Murderer
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SOLITUDE
According to the Murderer
The vulture of sad memory,
Whose piercing shrieks of inborn hatred sweep
Mercilessly away sweet longed-for sleep
Encircles me with fiendish glee.
Each time he sees my spirits dim
He bats his sordid wings, then digs his claws
Deep in my weary flesh with weird guffaws,
And revels in his power grim.