Her strong Enchantments Failing. By A.E Housman

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Her strong enchantments failing

Her towers of fear in wreck

Her limbecks dried of poison

And the knife at her neck

The queen of air and darkness

Begins to shrill and cry,

'oh young man, oh my slayer

Tomorrow you shall die.'

Oh queen of air and darkness

I think 'tis truth you say

And i shall die tomorrow

But you shall die today

This is one of my favourite poems and i felt obliged to share it since it is not as well known

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