Alchemisland

Illegible prophecy of uncanny accuracy 

Tarot spread for bloody centuries

Death, The Tower, The Knight of the Long KnIVes

Liza’s lancers fear O’Neill’s men

They refuse charges, citing fear of damnation

No quotient of thrashings arrest their recalcitrance

O’Neill’s whiskered kernes harbour wolf knowledge

In Ossory, near Boris, cynocephalic regiments train arms

Attaining ungodly athanasia through blood rites 

The last wolf upon the fold, Sennacherib’s charge in his rush

In seventeen hundred and eighty six

Single shot, shrewd sharpshooter’s sense

Last wolf sent to Stately Styx

Now wolven tale is told past tense

What bares no thinking about

What no thinking bears do not feel the wolf drought