I think there is a plague in this house.
Perhaps he walks the fissure in the attic
or haunts the bowels of the kitchen.
Is he coiled in the basement,
a serpent biting its tail?
Just a hint of his breath
infects the whole house:
His fiery tongue
His iron talons
His coral eyes
In a comment to the entry below, Ivy acknowledges receipt of a variant of this. I think she may have the only copy of that variant, as I didn't copy it elsewhere.
Another variant exists as an image posted below. In case you can't read my handwriting — and sometimes even I have a problem with it a year or so later — here's that variant:
I think there is a plague in this house.
It walks along a fissure in the attic.
It curls in the basement,
a snake biting its tail.
He haunts the bowels of the kitchen.
He walks with Lady Dawn.
He dances with Sister Midnight
I suppose this typescript could be a sort of rosetta stone to help you make out the writing in the "Card Preview", below.
It seems to me there's more that can be said about this personified plague before I move on to Casandra. But that's how the thing is working out.
Casandra is rolling some bones in the next section, you see. Can hardly wait to see what happens next.
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