Written by: Cleric Halos Vorondil
Date: Wednesday, August 17th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
his voice was broken as water over his scalp
bowed over the spear of a stalagmitic altar
all those years when i wanted to be
someone's son and on fire in that being
brack spilling over his brow, brackish water
taking the shape of his longing, a blade
hell-forged and strong, unsacred pater
of an east-risen son
far and away from the jewel
of his infernal eye.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Lupar, in the year 895 AF.
Written by: Cleric Halos Vorondil
Date: Wednesday, August 17th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
his voice was broken as water over his scalp
bowed over the spear of a stalagmitic altar
all those years when i wanted to be
someone's son and on fire in that being
brack spilling over his brow, brackish water
taking the shape of his longing, a blade
hell-forged and strong, unsacred pater
of an east-risen son
far and away from the jewel
of his infernal eye.
Penned by my hand on the 13th of Lupar, in the year 895 AF.
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