Unmaker – pt 18 – a poem

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Seeking, this would be Promethean caste of exiles

Found only stagnation, a dark interregnum yawning

With stale stasis at its stymied and sorrowful core,

Their herculean sorceries rending space and time,

Heroes and horrors alike between the interstices here wending…

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We vie, and we must be careful of those who vie,

Those traitors of blood and soul, and.. and sacrifice!!

Those stealers of the sustenance we all strive for,

Murderers…sinners most profane whom always

We must challenge, for kinsman and self same sinners alike.

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Some seek again the madness, death an unending release,

Nepenthe unleashed in circular melee and royalty led riots

The mad attacking everything, turning the sane sinners mad

And making them mad again ad infinitum infest

Yet we watch them fade, hollow to the core, our own fates so drear…

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