In the black folds of nightshade he descends.
Madmen chase the tail of sanity in the wilderness.
Pig heads mounted on pikes glare at those who pass.
Amens wilt as shadows blow out the candles.
Lunar desires drum the beasts into frenzy.
Enemies of the tyrant hide wide-eyed in haystacks.
Red letters written in farmer's blood: With love, Vladimir.
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