Some Sketches for Charles Williams’ The Vision of the Empire

The king’s poet gazed in the mirror of the Horn...

Phosphorescent on the stagnant level

a headless figure walks in a crimson cope, […]

His guard heaves round him; heavensweeping tentacles

stretch, dragging octopus bodies over the level;

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