Alchemisland

At night, my narrowed mind pilum flights far from the ward

Toward some blissless, harrowing land full of listless history

Strange manner, odder banner

Blinding wind and blistering sand

Fissures hissing, a scorpion’s vicious arrow stinger never missing

Shadowless as prissy-making unsunned climes yet all the while

An ever-prodding sun’s formative rod rots beginners before they god.

Massive unclimbable fingers frost-hemmed, rivered by venom.

Plunge-enveloped bastions perched upon implacable glaciers,

Impossibly fashioned, fashionless walls repelled assault,

Vanquished, who knew how the mortarless megaliths colluded;

Marooned actors inscribed upon them ruined Blodhemn’s lost runes.

An unmanned, unmanaged land upon whose furthest animal fringes

Fell such voluminous costumes of undenoting snow

That the sweltering realms below never knew.

The high sun like a high strung feverfew;

An egg of gold enfolded by stalks of believer’s dew.