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"...But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angles sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued."
- from "The Conqueror Worm" by Edgar Allen Poe