O night of ghastly shame, hear me!

you with your stars that glitter like salt on my wounds!

Curse you! Curse you and your stars that like holes in a thick veil let light through...

It burns! Curse you!

Curse you and your moon that so brightly attests hope...

That moon that betokens love and lust so unblushingly...

O night of hefty wounds, I hear you!

I hear your screams, past the symphony of the crickets,

beyond the chorus frogs wall of sound...

O great concealing night!

You know the true hearts of men!

Only you have seen such crimes, such gore, such cries...

O night you know the owner of every nameless grave and the way to every

forgotten tomb...

but I curse you!

For the whip that coiled and writhed like a serpent

wore your cloak and fell, so heavy, so strong, on the wailing man's flesh.

And the people who woke with the cries asked "who is it that scars with each strike

and cries with each breath?"

And they could not see me for your veil covered me and your stars and

your moon were shining elsewhere!

Continue to part III:

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