But from the dolorous groan one like a shadow of smoke appeared, And human bones, rattling together in the smoke and stamping The nether abyss, and gnashing in fierce despair, panting in sobs Thick, short, incessant bursting, sobbing, deep despairing, stamping, struggling Struggling to utter the voice of Man, struggling to take the features of Man, struggling To take the limbs of Man.

Source:Night the Third
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