Alchemisland

A fulbright light, as seen on the third day in dark Amenti’s Hall

Skeins of hyper light boring through dowel holes

Dark Gods worshipped still in the Four Corners of Old Memphis

Beneath the redundant bat tower, it came sudden

My knife as it tunneled summoned the thunder

Flooding blood, blooding the woods; open throats, so it goes

Hands red as a rose, we gloze through the gloam

Without glowing torches, the tortured party cannot see where we’re going

Hell in a handbasket, a stately place where you wait; what comes after?

Upon the twisted tower’s misaligned spine form, climbery is growing