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Monday, 23 April 2012


He wrote his manuscripts
on a coffin-lid desk,
black cat roaming the floor,
raven tethered to a high perch,
in a room of shimmering cobwebs
eerily lit by church candles,
no natural light, no fresh air,
few shadows, musty atmosphere,
weird mind for the bizarre,
in the worst conditions to create
Gothic worlds of torture and fright,
for the best horror books he could write.

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