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The Bestiarii Rosaries

Whereas thy folk sleep with eyes wide open

No waking cloudless morn wilst come

Triumphant is this veinless legacy of men

Overturned uprooted in such disgust

As to cloak in the dark and despise



Cadaver games lost in endless checkmate

Soaring moves of cat and mouse

Of lion and wolf, eaten and ate

Beads wilst beckon but blood will drip

Love without shame these beasts must rip



Hands together to the sky ever clasped

Into a ceremony a circus bizarre

To the willows her ashes are kissed

Suffer the children offering for disease

Lust, lingering the bestiarii rosaries