Her Beauty Runneth Over
A Canon —
The Old One’s ancient tome
Her beauty calls them home
All renounce their rest to please thy Lady
A Hymn —
Her cantors’ putrid drone
A foul alembic tone
All rescind their rest to please thy Lady
A Curse —
Flesh draped top broken bone
Gaunt figures flayed and stoned
All revoke their rest to please thy Lady
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