Sculptor of demons and of goddesses,
I chisel also an eidolon of love
in ebony, adorning him with black roses
that bear the thorns of pain and sorrow.
His mouth and brows, capricious,
mingle their honey with a great bitterness;
upon his shoulder, with tightening talons,
there perches a hard-eyed hawk.
Selling all my ancient idols,
I worship the new god: before his altar
I bring the mythic fruits of distant lands
and cast the loot of ocean-se pulchres.
The god is blind . . . and my oblations
have vainly hued his ebon heels with blood.
Clark Ashton Smith
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