Chronicle X
Fratricide
Upon the fields of Mercury appeared,
A silent horde that stood at crater’s edge.
The beast began to laugh and roar, “What’s here?
A hairless, bastard pack of dogs play fetch.”
One man stepped out, “Our father knows us still,
And waits to see us slice your wayward tongue.”
The burning ground beset by sour swill
was split to herald how the godson hung.
An ancient hymn of sky and clouds filled full
the crater with ancestral circumstance.
The acid notes seeped through his roaring skull.
Destruction’s slave held fast in music’s trance.
The half-gods charged to risen brother meet
And shattered bones to rob the rotten feet.
