Clark Ashton Smith

“ Beneath their shroud of unclean light that crawls.***
Earth shudders, and rank odours 'gin to rise
From tombs a-crack; and shaken out all at once
From mid-air, and directly neath the moon,
Meseems what hanging wing divides the light,
Like a black film of gloom, or thickest shadow;
But on the tombs there is no shadow!
⁠FIRST WITCH:
Enough! Twill be a prosperous night, methinks,
For commerce of the demons with the dead ”