That Sable Rune
Repugnant Pugilist,
A Lummox dim with a rubble fist.
Rock to Roc’s Feather.
A Stalwart Rook to blotted weather.
An over armored Savant slain by adhoc ether.
Hands empty without effort.
That sweet and Sable Rune.
Opening the Gates of Nether.
Copyright © Alex Cullen | Year Posted 2024
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