The Moving of the Shades

The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these,
and these."
Swift feet awake. Shapes speed. The dreadful
word
resounds along the tunnels of the seas.
Sly Falsehood comes, with Sin and Flattery,
and long toothed Fear runs shrieking by the wall.
Face-hidden Sorrow follows Cruelty,
and peering Jealousy grown over-tall
Slobbering Lust is there, asmear with slime,
and Vice's ushers from the Uttermost;
Comes painted Pleasure, somewhat fat with time;
and Murder takes his place amid the host.
thronewardds they stand and gazzee, the Foull Voice screams.
"Invoke this God! Go hand in hand with dreams?"