Cat eye infection colour moon defiant, druid-pleasing, in a flambeau-strewn aethyr
Rune-imbued blades made from rocks rained during sky raids erase, per their faith
Old king’s graven name
His face sighting death barely fights
Barely draws breath as he drains
Crown which he tasted seem’d had only traced his brow a moment ago
Unravelling regal blood travelling far along carved runnels
Running the length of the old stone altar.
Alchemisland 
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