In Serried Ranks...

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In serried ranks they stretch to the horizon, like so many unremembered dreams come back to haunt me. Each of them an eye to inside, each of them a hollow stare.

I wandered not amongst the hills so steely gray, nor danced among the violets gay.

Under yonder hills it lay, a world beneath, a world of different day.

What horrors lurk beneath to find? Why none but those from in my mind.