Dark mirror dragon-kings black swans
Your shadows lick the mural beam
Bathe most caves and cloak the flame..
The Magi of Pipers
The spell casters' prescience
Incantatory grand designs murmur..
Nothing of More in three in two in one..
The chambers echo canned echoes
Grim shepherds whistle and tails wag dogs..
The heretics weep..
They have peeked at the Illumined masters
And their stark pyro source material..
The bewitching flame
the moths mark themselves
The limpid amber swims up liminal..
And the heretics weep..
