Smog of Vampyric Fume
a smog of vampyric fume
i walk into! with poison-darts
and with mana of fire as weapons
i penetrate the rugged soil of foe.
my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back
and two mighty daggers
are steady in my belt as always.
the key and the lock rests in my separate hands;
separate like the sun and the moon!
Copyright © The End Commune | Year Posted 2021
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