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Tourniquet - with Crimsin
With extracts of the occults alchemy
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices you'll hear no more
from the thimble of bol weevil needle
summoned by ancient ears listening
sealed by the wax of silence flourishing
in the infernal well of philosophical doom
wiles and wisdom of the moon's poultice
from the dark rocking chair.
bleeding eyes, a tourniquet for the throat
vice needs are understood
heedless of the call to reckon
misfortunate for the damned and wandering
the night shines no more
the grave challenges you for their souls
the River Styx to burn, eternal
their voices you'll hear no more
Published 7th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Thank you Crimsin for collaborating.
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