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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