Opened books and chronicles at the
library are read
By a fiendish beast with dragon head;
The emperor’s skull is placed
Upon the desk, on the turquoise
shell;
Shields with mirrors are faced
As the Vitruvian man is slain in
heinous hell.
The turtles torture the weight of
the world
With barrels of gargantuan bones
And bear winds echoing about
forgotten times of old.
Those who melt like candles in
tenebrous tones
Shackled within pagan rites and
glyphs,
Amidst the chaotic quill’s epitaphs
Agonizingly are never to be
deciphered.
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