Sin.
There is a legend of an old Hartz tower That tells of one, a noble, who had sold His soul unto the Fiend; who grew not old On this condition: That the demon's power Cease every midnight for a single hour, And in that hour his body should be cold, His limbs grow shriveled, and his face, behold! Become a death's-head in the taper's glower. So unto Sin Life gives his best. Her arts Make all his outward seeming beautiful Before the world; but in his heart of hearts Abides an hour when her strength is null; When he shall feel the death through all his parts Strike, and his countenance become a skull.
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