Unsheltered Walls of the Dragon's Court

Our dungeons within were built Brick upon brick, as in prisons we did wilt Like flowers disillusioned by the pyrrhic flow Diluted by our tears and blood We broke away from our chains From the sign of dawn and new days The wintry demeanor of bastards we overtook Remelted like the forge of steel The dragon’s blood oranges quench our thirst A bitter remembrance of our curse Hearken to the heart for our true desires Scorch their world of excrement in fire Uncountable battles commence Time seems to stand still There’s only one way out of this attrition To the victor beholding the kill Red runs the majestic blood Their eyes painted black Turn the sword from the sky To stab them through the back Wintry storms, from planets scorned (The cenotaphs of ancient Gods) Whisked away by the dew of day Evaporating in the heat of the dragon’s court; I call forth these legions of dusk The soldiers of distant stars, From whose light has long since perished, From the Pheidippides of Quasars Call upon the seventh storm To tear apart these walls The sentinels greet their dooms As we ring our barbarian calls Acceleration of geologic aging The earth’s reclaimed its land We brought forth a new empire By our legions of the damned. Algae wrapped in Aegean salt Saturn standing tall (can you bear it?) Uranus and Mars dance so far Questioning the dead man’s ferret Life begets death, so often seen before Rise high, fellow warriors of night We will win the war! Much time passes...the smoke clears The sky turns blue again I dictate the following to my friend: “I raise the flag of victory in the ocular reflection of a new Queen. I rejoice in the trumpeting fanfare as the coronation begins to clean their wretched ruins... White monks, not bothered by absurdist malignant orthodoxies, yet not unfazed by decrepitude of their omnipotence, rot embittered by their envenomed transience”. I see the song. I hunger...