[ WP ] He yelled in rage and fear and horror .

He yelled in rage and fear and horror, 
 
 At the foot of the stairs, asunder, 
 
 Lay the body of his love, no more -- 
 
 Torn from chin to chest, was rendered 
 
 A ghost, red and bloody on the floor. 
 
 
 
 There above her figure was looming, 
 
 High with its horn stabbing the ceiling, 
 
 A scaled and violent creature -- the horn, 
 
 Slippery with maroon cessation, 
 
 Dripped the fibrous water silver, 
 
 In the moonlight from open window, 
 
 As his screams of horror hit the door. 
 
 
 
 `` Why god,'' he cried, `` there are no devils, 
 
 `` Nor god if exists such pure evil,'' 
 
 As his weakened limbs began quiver, 
 
 While her blood pooled metal on the floor. 

