Thy Shades Are The Moirae
Of Wall-less Fortification
(2020)
The unyielding rites summon the litter’s rise
Upon the altar of the fortress, where Rumina’s reign sways,
Beneath the nurturing gleam of the orb supreme—
The balance of day and the summit of night,
Shadows lost in bitter eternity,
Sucked into the revulsion of hypocritic venom.
Upon the altar of the fortress, where Rumina’s reign sways,
Beneath the nurturing gleam of the orb supreme—
The balance of day and the summit of night,
Shadows lost in bitter eternity,
Sucked into the revulsion of hypocritic venom.
The ancient pagoda lies entombed in forgetfulness,
Cursed be the indulgent soul who dares seek her.
For only the ascetic anchorite will ever know
How to placate the whims of the deranged Spinner,
Weaver of Clotho’s delicate threads.
While the wedding procession will coil into the sickened root of Lachesis,
And the solitary blade of the ascetic’s Khopesh
Shall fulfill the finality of Atropos’ severance.
Cursed be the indulgent soul who dares seek her.
For only the ascetic anchorite will ever know
How to placate the whims of the deranged Spinner,
Weaver of Clotho’s delicate threads.
While the wedding procession will coil into the sickened root of Lachesis,
And the solitary blade of the ascetic’s Khopesh
Shall fulfill the finality of Atropos’ severance.
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