Necropo.lys

And 't chars my heart not to be now with thee

The East Horde is coming to conquer the West

The best I may choose might hasten the release

But I will not be putting my anger to rest

And here, with my beard

With my all-damaged hair

Just heir to the throne

Been stripped to the bone

I rise from the deep to avenge the lost Chair

From our lair to their snares

Let us in!

Marble stairs

For I love thee

For thee I'll kill

This is

To ease

Thine

And my pain

Five. Sex. Seven. Hate!

A golden Reich of wrongs and rights

Once at its heights of plenitude

Now fallen for, split up, broke down

To vilifying servitude

A gifted heart, master o' arts

Not yesterday the head of kings

Today but a grave slave to a doom

Too soon swooped upon to ravish bold wings

A promised realm amongst the seams

Of future dreams; the poetry

Of silken webs, and nylon threads

Weaving their way to Arcady

Twain daring hearts, ne'er to part

For ever bound together, now

In the pay of their pain, separation, and loss

Yet still the glossa of love, as above so below

Licking sour, bitter wounds

Will speak for all

The Enemy's descended

Upon us like the Beast

Commissions are to be mended

Now the needle points the East

The time hath come

Undone I rave and rove about the grove

Of hope impaired

I choke and reel from suffocated love

The knife has been already

Twisted and the die is cast

I must not let their steady

Penetration venture past

The last stronghold of defence and defiance

Shall I be half-frozen

Staring at their foul Conqueror's revelry?

No

The golden Reich, bereft of light

Prepares to face the longest night

The Enemy, deceiver might've torn the bridal cover

But they will not quench the fever that's made us betrothed lovers

My bet is set

I know I'll get their standard back to where it doth belong

A cloth among swine squirting in their fucking lair

The likely lovers, rolled it over

Prepare to meet again

I slay the Conqueror, cruel, and drink of his blood

I've laid siege to their siege

Fueled, now herald the flood of sweet tears

For my dear love is near in a day

All our nights shall be restored and the fear swept away

I prey on their triumph just to celebrate their loss

I raise the eastern flag amidst the vast meadows of moss

And toss it, while I scorn 'em, so to exorcise, in bliss

Their nasty ghost

I'll make a toast to

Waiting for her kiss!

For I love thee

For me thou killedest

This was

Our post

Mine is thine

Four. Five. Six. Heaven. Eight!

The golden Reich, regained their might

Thrived on their rulers' fortitude

Built-up again— forevermore free

To enjoy grandeur and plenitude

The parted hearts, conjoined at last

Took pleasure in their own beat's glow

But, noblesse oblige, they were now in league

With something more than before as above so below

Licking sour, bitter wounds

Love spake for all