Tag: fantasy
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Descriptions of Places Espied on Infernal Journeys in Hell
Vilest prince vomits upon the eyeless Orichalks upon the eyelids of Thomas Aquinas His stench arises as smoke from pyres, burning tyres Gyring liar spirits Tiring lyre songs, the pile that is sleeping Cerberus The shade that is oldwise Tiresias, black as the sails of Theseus Pain wheels greased with blood, on which the living…
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The King Must Have Intercourse With A Horse
Mass to grove gods given in the deep motte, ashes impressed onto the brow and chest in blessing Twisting trees like matted hair on a woodwose breast, the sacred whore undressing The crown-conferring horse is led into a storm of golden confetti Her setting mimics that of a horse inviting, a cover of shear netting…
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Old Bickering
Neighbours around Lough Neagh won’t spare a cup of tae Eel pickers say they remember the first farmers when they came Or as they would put it, when they invaded and began inveigling Nine pints or eight it takes before they break their silence and bloviate Down in Foley’s downing pints with ties off, they…
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Citadel of the Autarch
Up in the northern reaches Breaches in the mountains Through which Ascian armies file Alien crafts patrol the skies, without disguise.
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The Book of Invasions
Farmers say Eel pickers around Lough Neagh Descend from Hunter Gatherers, whilst they Descend from Neolithic farmers, those whose grave markers Astound, yet drawing remark millenia later Evidence of life here thirty three thousand years ago, I don’t remember a masonic period before the ice age This old race were dark skinned, blue eyed, in…
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STONEHENGE SECRETS
Half light half shadow Half snakes half ladders William Stukeley, mind you he was a mason He was amazed By the henges The ancients’ ways Kept him awake Days he spent on knees digging ditches Sweating between the cordons A serpent mound, Atlantean in origin A porous rock they poured concrete in to stopper a…
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Going out for messages after the world ends
Anthrax-tinged winds winnowing through nuke-bared trees Cold as the windowless, hissing like geese the burning steels Kissing her feet while the burning steals The world around us, even the ground dust Is dangerous, another mushrooming nighttime sunrise Demise of some great nation Violet light like an auric field around the stricken power station I can…
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Worse Horrors
Sights I’ve seen make heroes incontinent When jungleshift occurs, will you still be so confident? When the very trees you marked with X’s are gone, sent By vengeful nature to weave and lead your missteps Will you call yourself the apex when you see the henges Raised up here, where ditches to stygian ends blend…
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LORDOFTHETINGS
Must be back home Never been higher than I was in the Shire Behind Maggot’s byre we set a joint afire I’m sent, more tree than Ent Smoking it down to the end Bilblowback Bongins, monged out with elves Never took L’s in the misty mountain dells Ganjdalf is the one who sells Must be…
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MIKEOFTHENEWSUN
You’re playing demon souls I’m fulfilling demon’s goals My dwelling is derelict, a fixer upper Perhaps fitting for the Lictor Me and Dorcas are a couple A corpse is my lover Fuligin is my cover Bees around clover Ants around butter Flies around shit People around Smother.