Saturday, November 14, 2009

The subject.

Raise your clanging pitchforks against the light of the fire.

It was set to evoke the hell
Of hell if you should fail--
For I am a breeding demon,
Fixed to love,
Sure as you are my throng,
You cultivation!
Fixed to hunt me down
When the moon and your elevated
Fires should search me
Destine me...

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