That was the deep uncanny mine of souls,
That was the deep uncanny mine of souls,That was the deep uncanny mine of souls,Like veins of silver ore, they silently
Like veins of silver ore, they silentlyLike veins of silver ore, they silentlyMoved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.
Moved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.Moved through its massive darkness. Blood welled up among the roots, on its way to the world of men, and in the dark it looked as hard as stone.Nothing else was red.
Nothing else was red.Nothing else was red.—Rainer Maria Rilke
—Rainer Maria Rilke—Barty Winston seeth
