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.