The Black Riders and Other Lines

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Author: Stephen Crane  | Date: 1895

LXVII

God lay dead in heaven;

Angels sang the hymn of the end;

Purple winds went moaning,

Their wings drip-dripping

With blood

That fell upon the earth.

It, groaning thing,

Turned black and sank.

Then from the far caverns

Of dead sins

Came monsters, livid with desire.

They fought,

Wrangled over the world,

A morsel.

But of all sadness this was sad --

A woman’s arms tried to shield

The head of a sleeping man

From the jaws of the final beast.

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Chicago: Stephen Crane, "LXVII," The Black Riders and Other Lines Original Sources, accessed August 11, 2022, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=4A8DPGIXRFJ49N6.

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