Деймон Найт «Ghouls Feeding»
Аннотация:
You mortals hate us, drive us from the light;
You make our name a thing of horrid fear.
Because of you the Brothers gather here,
To feed beneath the secrecy of night.
Then strut your hour, and pæans loudly sing;
Your wealth tot up, and gloat upon its sum.
And reach the End of Roads at last, to come
Where all men must; to pay the Reckoning.
Входит в:
— журнал «Weird Tales, March 1944», 1944 г.
Периодика:
1944 г.
(английский)
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