By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named Night,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of Space--out of Time.
-- Edgar Allan Poe, "Dream-Land"
The Ritual Of Purification