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The smell of burning temples — | The smell of burning temples — | ||
salted cities and shifting tombs. | salted cities and shifting tombs. | ||
Reapers sow the ash, | Reapers sow the ash, bearing | ||
fruit of the necropolis' womb. | fruit of the necropolis' womb. | ||
Rusting chains of imprisoned moons — | Rusting chains of imprisoned moons — | ||
Luna’s children no longer sing | Luna’s children no longer sing | ||
lullabies of a supernal | lullabies of a supernal tone | ||
for the Court of the Yellow King. | for the Court of the Yellow King. | ||
Severed tongues of the oracle — | Severed tongues of the oracle — | ||
eyes blinded by | eyes blinded by spear of Helios. | ||
Whispers shared, brought to order, | Whispers shared, brought to order, | ||
screams echo through the chaos. | screams echo through the chaos. | ||
Latest revision as of 11:12, 12 October 2024
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INCIDENT REPORT
Swan Lake II: Swansong...
The violaceous dancer draws a card —
ten sharpened blades with sequin.
Damoclean truths long obscured
through the Court of the Yellow King.
Adieu to the divine’s domain —
we bid a knowing farewell.
The loss of our Seventh Sister,
and the fall of Saint Jezebel.
A turn of the grinding wheel —
ichor boils within Her veins.
We summon back the fire witch
to the Court of the Yellow King.
Lo, She shall arise in might —
forged anew in the serpent.
Towers sink below placenta seas,
whispering “terras irradient”
The blackened hand reaches forth —
from beyond a bell doth ring.
A funeral march past empty graves,
to fill the Court of the Yellow King.
The smell of burning temples —
salted cities and shifting tombs.
Reapers sow the ash, bearing
fruit of the necropolis' womb.
Rusting chains of imprisoned moons —
Luna’s children no longer sing
lullabies of a supernal tone
for the Court of the Yellow King.
Severed tongues of the oracle —
eyes blinded by spear of Helios.
Whispers shared, brought to order,
screams echo through the chaos.
The divining jester does not play —
but gently pulls the strings.
She smiles as the puppets dance
for the Court of the Yellow King!
MUSIC FROM THE SUCCUBUS CLUB