The Stepwise Palace - a FSVO sequence
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Down a steep stair we fly the feath’ry stench
In vain, for in the stony room below
Wrung from the rock by stubborn nature’s clench
We see a vein of brimstone all aglow
Its creeping azure flames can barely show
Through the vile fumes, like unto an egg
All rotted green inside its shell of snow
Or as salt fish turned foul within its keg
So to the northern door we turn an eager leg.