Blasted Bone
Blasted by these days and hours?
Know thee not alone!
Cursed dog, how ye devours!
Build thy throne of bone!
Dark fire, whistle through each vein!
I am God and Death!
Coming wrath, art thou insane?
Dragon, fire thy breath!
Vampire, hide thy coffin well.
Witch, thy favorite spell.
O for Heaven without Hell!
Hear me, wedding bell!
Thought-spark, sing in me! Bright bold!
I must find more gold!
What to have and when to hold?
How it's getting cold...
Rabid is the ravine? When?
Does it need to be?
Sacred vision, then again!
Prophet, poet. Mead!
Doom and Death, thy coworker.
How I must requite!
Cast, enchantment! Slick and sure!
Erebus means Night!
Volcano above me?
Well, Capacocha's dark.
Say a word for fancy-free!
Covenant, Boy, and Ark!
Copyright © Chris Jensen | Year Posted 2025
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