September 2009
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Chronicle IX
Judgment
The blackened stones rose o’er the tan and green,
With cloaks of gray spread out on chapel walls.
A disciplined reaction to the fiend,
Each judge cast down with force from protocol.
These bureaucratic spells sprang to the hide,
But searing, rotting holes did stay and rest.
The beast could not but stumble out of stride;
A slouching god encumbered by a test.
A putrid liquid burst on chosen...
Chronicle VIII
Chronicle VIII
The Trial
The earth had weathered circling winds and fire
She saw the plains with flood and quake reduced
But never had she witnessed such a sire
Who scoffed rebirth and spat on nature’s truce
He showed not signs of slowing or respite
And slaughtered men fell silent by the way
His path remained a desolate midnight
The wench and child left waiting for the day
A deep’ning pall drew...