Screw-haired Druids in snow-hemmed vestments bestow
Upon sireland’s wizen heirs wyrdful nomen
Mawley scrawling bark of gallingly-sacred oak
Gallant names oft, bathed in fire, steel of the throat.
Before cognate, or hope to
Sworn to solemn oaths
Thou art oats
Mighty oaks’ seeds
Growing someday to shade tomb’s own.
Others soft seer’s designations
Taut-veering, ear-pleasing identifiers marking leaders of nations
Else riven dark fates gashed fresh babeflesh
Star-pronounced ends, born to damnating flame
Deaths, dates thereof, swiftly given
To the barely living, blinking resined with innermother stray.
Rites Romans describe appalling, whilst own barbarity extolling
Such cannot be wholly relied upon, yet it is a doorway
Veined film through, evincing a grizzly, mystical past
Arts bloodspattered, primacy of mind o’er matter
Kings flattered by arch bards, adders, guts fattened.
Hacking to a man’s puce batter, base matter
Seeking futures secreted into the riven sutures
Recording, in trance, what murmurating starlings report
Arctothers in stellar somnolence, viewed yon high pass
Bulbed as through a retort espied, beauty surpassing.
So since Gaul, when Roman gall was stayed, paid in blood
At Gergovia, when pagan braided horses like legged lightning
Alighted sentinel treeline, scattering legionnaires like woodlice
At a stone’s lifting. Then, powerful Gods lived in trees
Before maned Vercingetorix knees thralled to bald Caesar
When beheld still were lost legions’ regimental standards
Old gold season of that dire stone religion
Which flourished in the region of Ireland
Henny bearded peering at newborn babes
Some born heroes others craven, awe-gazing
Maidens few, mavens many
Princes rare, helots tenpenny.
Every stave posthole bored on the stepstones
Raised in their own demesne leant a holy name
Here strangle unto dying the rictus strictures of Rome
Not a witch-spirited hare quadrilles fen-eeling under open air
That does not peel forth steering in omen.
In rare, quare prosperity living verily in four druid cities querulous
Gropers in constellatory robes orgying conciliating deities morose
Thick-barred men of wicker, lumber tophet, in which to burn children.
A cruel creed, rude rood of Crom Cruach
Exalting appallingness, appearance appealing of deeds evil
Excited by Fall’s distance
Tipping forbidden apples gripped branchripping at Samael’s insistence
Forthrolling pink pomes dulcifying oil swollen
Dome unfurtive moans masticating o’er
Pleasant perfumed poems pacifying
Odes to oblivious self-ownership’s constituent woes
Experiencing testing elegizing priding unhiding spending very venal lives
They are pointedly despised, prising worship at knife’s point
Which their own hymnal edicts sinful
Slothful greedyguts gluttonous Beelzebub Mammon Pantagruel.
Cruel jaguar estoc-toothed, liminal-hued sporting jungle fuligin
In humid temple ruins a Druid in his own rite.
Alchemisland 
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