Takitum Tootem!
Thrones, as far as the eye can reach, thrones Rotting ungarnished, an unsavoury patina As if it was given a genuine voice In a strident elegy for the shame of Kings Bones, a landscape of bones Here, at the junction of old roads, old dust raised Welcome our Kings in their iron chariots Acclaim them in humility, and form a guard of honour Skeletons of the underbrush Beasts of the mountains Ghosts of the sea Bury your hearts in obedient silence! Pride devours pride King devours king Dynasties of miserable sleep Finally haunted by animal eyes Finally fallen! Here, at the very end of all bacchanal frenzy Behold our Kings - naked, ashamed, abased Hubris! Hubris! Hubris! No nightmare left undreamt Hubris! Hubris! Hubris!
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026
Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotus's lean on each other in yearning Over the hills a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness, waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to Heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025