Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upon the ashen sun.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)

— George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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