By: A. Merritt
“Kiss the bride, Doc!” cried the O’Keefe.
Abruptly the tortured crystal chimings ceased.
“Lugur is mine! None but me slays him!”
“Your Love; Your Lives; Your Souls!”
“You forget that the nobles will have the Keth…”
“But still the tides swept higher; still dwindled the land!”
“There is an energy beyond and above ether.”
We were shadows — and yet we had substance.
In her blind rage she forgot to cast the occulting veil.
“The Shining One is strong — and he has his — slaves!”
“Do homage to the Silent Ones, Larry.”
“Mustering my philosophy, I smiled back at her.”
A land of flowered sorcery!
“I do not know how to fight the Shining Devil — no!”
rule our world with their Shining Devil.”