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The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, / The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, / The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar, / Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared the hawk afar.
There stands the cunning workman, the crafty past all praise, / The man who chained the Minotaur, the man who built the Maze.