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He darkens a vast landscape, were the cursed cannot escape The beast has cast its shadow, From hilltop, moor, and meadow On walls of stone, and under moon; This all shall fall upon them soon, For the villagers - they live below, And the villagers - they do not know, - Of twisted, dark-gifted, angry-fisted vow And how the Man became beast now And no reason,  of great amount, shall live to survive -this all The desperate, dying, denying doubt -shall face its final fall, Like a dream that walks unwakened does -Reason is blind to what this was It could not save, nor stave the curse Hope, like glass, sees the bad turn worse -Splatters and