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Disembodied Voices' Song, From The Play, "The Grimoire, 'Scythe In Fury'"
Where once the storm roared up to strike---
and brackish floods shattered the dike---
on craven carcasses we raised
Scythopolis.
Night and its stars are gone; the dark
is starless, still, looming and stark;
the sky is sliced, and tatters fall to
Scythopolis.
Lightening and thunder spur the sickel
that swings where it may, fierce and fickel;
and severed limbs litter the path to
Scythopolis.
Out of this slum, where dying whores
bleed out, the Grimoirist's have scores
to settle with great sacrifice in
Misanthropus;
they will achieve my destiny
to crush life's multiplicity
with death's dread unanimity---
Scythopolis.
Heart-stopping drama that
Heart-stopping drama that erupts in your skillful leaps of imagery, your breathtaking flights of language. A terrifying and stunning tale breaks forth, and it's amazing.
Thank you so much for reading
Thank you so much for reading the poem, and for understanding my intention.
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