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Sozokai — Eschaton
Published: 2008-10-19 14:42:25 +0000 UTC; Views: 203; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 2
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For those two of stone,The fruit of whose loins you were,
Sing now, loner.
Sing to turn their sight,
To your greens,
And ancient pains.
Eternal spelt you shall feed,
Born in malice,
Carved in ashes,
In whose dry branching veins,
Boiling venom flows and scorches,
And glades, and twists to kill.
Under first voice of silver ray,
In blue century of knotted threads,
First the cry was born, not laughter,
And in grey the throne it coated,
So no happiness, no cure,
Shall clean nor wash it ever.
Fell the one who gazed so proud,
The tall god who tamed the flame,
And his starry, marble hammer,
Smites the little down in rage.
Even though he coddled and kissed it,
Now he left and buried in ashes.
Oh, he shall burn in black fire,
In the world of punishment he created.
He carved a wound to his body,
And cursed himself with velvet word.
He shall die and scream in pain,
That to him his child shall cause.
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Comments: 1
Clever concept, and though each verse is very well written, the meter seems to jump from the second stanza to the third so it doesn't flow entirely.
But scrap what I say, I might be reading it wrong or, since it's a song, not singing it in the right rhythm. Nonetheless, well done
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