Pentapolis Revision 2

PENTAPOLIS GAZA. From this small clearing he won’t move into the ligneous shades of dark, fixed stillness in his day’s aubade, all circled there by timber spars. ASHKELON At times a bright lit path appears so then he’s tempted to explore. ASHDOD Yet just one brush against those spars and then small folk come tumbling down. EKRON Hate filled, from stilts they fall to ground. GATH. Here their delusions lose the light, around them only spars they see bearing the clan with tunnelled sight that trample virtuosity into a pulp where arts confined to narrow paths this modish time.