Orc.*
He woke to find the world accursed
& alone his solitude blessed,
Away far from that cruel world
He most feared in fetus curled.
& then he would leave for a crowd,
Until mad by its shouts aloud
He knew no place personal haven,
Cowered to a creature craven.
This theme of time, where he was sprung,
On what tapestry was it spun,
In what landscape wild raved he
Fallen Immortals let him free
A world of bondage, framed & hung,
Paradise gone to lost freedom.
* Orc. Rebelious Child.
The (First) Book of Urizen. William Blake
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