firedrake

firedrake

 

    breathing steely portents

      onto the molten slate
      before the spindling of flames
      the archmaster
      vexes his lore-loss
      into a surge of being
      harrowing his mystic pools
      into beaded effluences
      dribbled by the residuing of quaint demise
      for no tongue could express (his anguish)
      in such a murky silverness

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