Not really poetry, written, but played.


The Black Boar's presence is felt from afar, and he calls us to faith in
Sarapis.
The Call of the Black Boar is the voice flowing in the winds of his
greatness.
Here is the song. t'was composed the eve of 10th Scarlatan, 341 years
after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire, at the Fellowship Hall in
Delos.

[ http://www.angelfire.com/oz/ikiepu/blackboarcall.mp3 ]

in devotion to Scarlatti,
~ikiepu




Penned by my hand on the 17th of Valnuary, in the year 347 AF.