Zoar – pt 13 – a poem excerpt

Half promised land of madness lies

As a viper biding within the nest made

Of vanquished spiders and bird feathers,

Strange and foreign in the known extreme,

More than we can or would ever imagine.

For aeons longer than expired demigod lives

Have been forgotten has Zoar dreamt over,

It’s grand spires of madly reaching bulbs

Grown above more horizons than go told of

By the travellers who only glimpse up in passing.



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