Alchemisland

To furthest shores Irish monks trawling for souls set course

Thirstier by far for knowledge and lore than word of the lord

Fascinated by the law of that older world, its Atlantean splendour

Its many mechanical idols and ceaseless batteries flattered the thinkers of that mound-building nation who thought Earth flat

Cats given choicest cuts and fats collapse in shade outside yarn-strewn temple yards

Guarded by armed Maryannu whose once-royal blood allowed them ride proud war chariots

Among them stride barded elephants, whose mithril hides hide conflict scars

A limitless sky, a tie of intense black velvet upon which a furious magpie jeweller at last cast prizes a lifetime accruing, scattered diamonds the islands to which we remain eyeless

Mane of sky in recession, parliaments of dusk animals in session above the settlements

Noble letter-shaped cranes in pyramid formations raise with their flapping gales such that foam the mute surface of drained Moeris

Trained barbary apes chase mice across a granary floor, a step holds in the thresh

The flesh invites the scythe, harvest will come next

The moon the blood the sun and sex

Convex sun surface is but one, they knew of a hidden brother, another secreted somewhere

Rare birth of two pharaohs presaged a coming near of the other sun, appearing with vengeful scouring tongues paid for with king’s blood

Men from mud and Djinn from living soot, Adam and all after, the many many flood myths

Puzzling glyphs which science seems to align with, etched into a cliff by eldritch hands in ancient time.