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The breeze that warms the meadow is the wind that frosts the peaks;

The light that yields the garden is the heat that chars the trees;

The stream that feeds the prairie is the wave that rears the seas;

The pup that guards the shepherd is the wolf that wears the fleece.

The maid that loves the roses is the Queen that wields the thorn;

The babe that...

It moves as one across the red sands,

Its heart—a drum—o’er broken lands,

Hammering life from rock and heather,

A metal beast of lance and leather.

It shimmers and groans in the dawn light,

Skulls of wolves baying for a fight,

Woven plumage snatched by morning breeze.

One final foe left, ...

I remember the grey ships colliding

Over the shoulder of jagged ridges

Tongues of flame dripping over mountain tops

Webs of light painting the frantic skies

Echoes of life passing long into the abyss

Only a vacuous horizon approaches now

Consuming all of my craft

Sneering with such s...

Eight churches made solemn procession

into the sea at Dunwich,

each claimed in a bridal hour

by storm, by wind, by wave,

betrayed by their own foundations.

Only the amber roses

in the monastery garden

find shelter in the cracked stone

of what remains as reliquary.

No monk’s hand guides ...

Behold the kings of might and menace, raised a legion without clemence

A titan now, that rides abroad, shall draw the lust of iron sword

Before you now the earth will shake, as lords of men send forth their quake

A testimone to all in vain, behold the storm before the rain.

To count and quiver at the might of man, a terribl...

Gather ‘round dear children

As I tell you a tale from long ago

There once was a young boy, destined you die

His death to be brutal and slow

Alas, he escaped his murder’s grip

Who ruled the land back then

And was left in the woods by his mother

Who he never heard from again.