The Power Of Hell

A poem by John Le Gay Brereton

“There is no place,” he said,
“For love or pity here;
We dread and only dread
The moods that once were dear.

“We break the ancient spell,
And arm to take our part
Against the power of Hell.”
And Hell was in his heart.

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