Corridor, Crater

Drawn and quartered, criminal?
Can they stitch thee back?
Vapor, rise from brazen bull!
City, stain to black!

Corridor of mountain old?
Part of quite a pair.
Venture in on days a-cold?
Weather, ply thy ware.

O parda gull, thy high-set nest.
Wherefore went thy mate?
O for him who loved thee best!
Fare thee well, dead weight!

Crater, when you blossom.
What forces here collect?
Prayer, pay! Pain, play possum?
Golem, let's genuflect...

Well, young servant, where to kneel?
Nerves of blazing steel!
Serpent fangs in every heel!
Fortune, Fate, thy deal!

Yes, sir, and about us, what?
Dismay, dole, and doom!
Knife in each hand, make the cut!
Boulder, seal the tomb!

I tell ye well, cast knell as spell!
Bright alarum bell!
Darkness in the wooded dell?
Heaven, where starts Hell?

The borders aren't marked clearly.
You cannot see the door.
Fencepost builder, earn thy fee!
Action by the score!

Well, there it's not. O light a-wrought!
Metal, meddle, mott!
Scale of reptile, what you caught!
Last time that you fought!

Archery, thy torment.
A string to snap like jaws.
Wind a-northward, where you went!
Wound wrap deep in gauze!

Given pause, O tornado?
Dust devils, on the move?
Hurricane, which way to flow?
Cyclone, lot improve!

Typhoon, thy cycle spinning.
Monsoon, thy season! Come!
Ariadne, thy pinning!
O curtain of night, thrum!
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