Consecration, the Sun Bleeds over Seville

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After playing the game Blasphemous, I decided to do some research into Seville. This led to a bit of a rabbit hole into 15th Century Spain, the Inquisition, the figures that orchestrated it, as well as other aspects of Spanish history.

While this does not even come close to portraying the Inquisition, I wanted to capture a snapshot of a setting sun on a night during the Inquisition, and how its desire to create a monoculture through forced exile, torture, execution, and coerced conversion of Jews, Muslims, and others became a tapestry for state and church sanctioned horror.

The beast Alhambra 
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos, 
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch, 
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars

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