Spirits Of The Dead

Like a fast start is the sonorous wake,
A voice made of numberless voices
I'm turning round, looking for you,
But your sound springs from inside

You reality without essence,
Eternal fire and icy pallor
Tell me where you are from,
Thou obscure inhabitants of dark
Are you meloudious and bewitching
Or terrifying and deceptive?

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