Birthsake
On the fourteenth day of the twelfth month
there will come a man with great eyes.
A commuter with the spirits of Psellus.
Barber of hair hizter in his salon.
Plagued by plagues and visions of truth,
of Mars, of Saturn and other stars.
From his skies the terrorfied future lies.
He will be called Nosferatu.
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