Sonnet Ii
In the dark cell of the monastery
Brother Ambrose chants his chant alone
With blue blood flowing through his arteries
And Holy Fire burning in his bones
Incense smolders with a mystical fragrance
And candles flicker before the Icon
But wet fog falls over God's creation
Caught in the coils of Satan's python
It coils and coils around the Earth
Crushing those bones and spilling that fire
Under the scalpel, the Planet gives birth
And the Celestials sing in an evil choir
Brother Ambrose whispers and whispers his prayer
Yet none hear their cry, save the Lord of the Air
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