D'après l'Oeuvre de Mervyn Peake

Hold fast to the law
Of the last cold tome
Where the earth
Of the truth
Lies thick upon the page
And the loam of faith
In the ink long fled
From the drone
Of the nib flows on
Till the last of the first depart
And the least of the past is dust
And the dust, the dust is lost
Hold fast !
Gormenghast !