Beautiful Duty

 

Ageless as her swift-streamed children she rises,
Perpetually heavy-lidded,
Lunar officiant
To Final celebration.

Outer gates groan
In concussive impact,
Mahogany pleasure.
With violent promise drums boom,
A rhythm
Of extinction’s echoes.
The Red mistress beckons.

Transmute, blood’s bond;
Reanimate
Metal’s heart,
Forge again
That sepulchered fury of your Father.
From black breast
Tear all ambition;
Disavow all kinship, old age.
Salvation escaped
Last night as you slept.

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