Suddenly a bloody hand seized me. What a grip! From behind a black veil two lips uttered in a lisp: «Noble night! I shall launch my lance into thine innards…. How ’bout a change? Art thou not a beginner? Now bend over swiftly you artful beginner!» My , such feelings overcame me, such phantoms in my head! I turned swiftly to kiss my new love only to see a skeleton of the dead!
