. . and then, from that dungeon in the West,There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn.It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song,And it will not end 'til morn . . .'-- Wheldrake, The Prisoners
Michael Moorcock
. . and then, from that dungeon in the West,There rises up a melody, beguiling and forlorn.It is the sweet, sad, self-deceiving murderer's song,And it will not end 'til morn . . .'-- Wheldrake, The Prisoners