(Content warning: Strong language)
A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Among the Heathens
And I became
Like a vapor to you
So illusive, noxious like the
Darkness of night, quivering across moonlight arrows
God save me
God damn her
But the lust continues, even into the winter, in every point of the falling pentagrams of yule
Orienting me to be a better man
A better passenger, and to die a quiet death among the heathens-
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