Fight another day

the cathedral

louder than the hiss of Medusa's mane

Olé!

cantankerous fuckers steeped in skullduggery
an ode recited of they drowning in jaggery

for sap craved they like morning whey
old sap each was or so thought they

for of angelcraft spoke they, saw they
of magic craft were they from they

Olé!

of bosoms crafted in softest clay
and nipples sharp as from tips of hay
the shadow did drink and eat today
of milk the other drank all the way

Olé!

the whispers were louder than oceans' splash
the thick dark whip did lash the gash
the voices spoke with a tale to tell
but not till the morn' was the toll of the bell

for tales such as these, they bring no peace
for waves will rise and will may be at peace
lest music fails and the script is broken
for now, for the moment, it will be a token

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