Eve of the Evangelist     Sinbad al-Bahaar   Dedicated to High Pontiff Tylos I     I Laboribus   In shades dark, a spire doeth reside; Mortal ties relinquished, did it abide.   Upon its foot, a twisted holt causeth dread: A diaphanous haar, draped on its bed.   Astray in this glade Tylos seemed to wade, For his straightforward path had been swayed.   Despair seized his soul,