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Renaissance Tactic
06:27
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Where did you go?
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Cautionary Magic
03:20
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What if all the world were disappearing
And the last rites of the living echoed in the emptiness
Peace, but they never wanted peace
Only endless fires and plague
Tingle pricking wind on her moonlit skin
Begging for some sacred rite to begin
Farther than cold fingertips can gather
He, not sure that blood and flesh will matter
But bathing in her radiant light so
He mistook gleeful ruby eyes for those
Of a woman in abject fearful pain
Nay, she already plucked that mythic rose
It was from the lips of a dying man
From which she learned of that frightful thing
He spake of its existence so dream-like
That one permanent thing in all that is
Knowledge to turn those weak to pariahs
What if all the world were disappearing
And the last rites of the living echoed in the emptiness
War, but they never wanted war
Only endless fires and plague
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A Ritualistic Error
05:16
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To the shore he walk’d with gems clutch’d tightly
Bathing his staring eyes in light compelling
Though he’d been shaken of the elder curse
The gems still pull slight with nightmare power
So flung he, the glittering baubles true
To cursed depths nestled deep in dark mud
Sparking int’rest among the keepers five
Slinking creatures long of head, big of eye
Four-legged, thin, whip-tail bodies squirming
Dress’d in putrid mold and scum scaled armor
Slipt so from barnacle’d perches, entrance’d
The interloping objects flashing bright
Sunset glinting off rippling shores disturbed
Gulls cawing overhead, wheeling slowly
Fright fill’d at the clamoring creature’s calls
Cheers of triumph for treasures returned
Unto the place of monstrous birth before
Drafty time and expanding space divine
Fled he back through sullen forests darken’d
Red sun pine-hid dead and dying gayly
Sap’d warmth from air to chill his bones complete
Keeper screeches of glee shatter quiet
Gemstones of power nigh undying still
He, unwittingly, broke earth asunder
Torrent of hell-blaze imbued the keepers
With such delicate sorceries untold
To no such being quite so bold to say
Incantations lost to modern pink tongues
Soul starved warlocks among salt marshes thick
Longing to abide the black sun’s calling
Lo he crash’d, unnerved, through trees unending
Sweet sweat soaked shirt cooling demon fever
Breaking body racked with unseen hurting
O damned soul, flee well from keepers soaring
Lusty hunger for flesh returned to teeth
Bared with claws strangling wicked lambent gems
And he, like earth, was cracked, skull broke neatly
Trip’d by trees and beset upon by them
And they, the five, feasted and fill’d their guts
Satiated in time to reign o’er death
Five horrors to harry a sleeping world
Five horrors to snatch away human breath
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