He Who Was Young In His Long Death (Tatterdemalion Series September 24 2015)
He who was young in the long death Tore up his man, the voice of truth, It was the Christ he sent away The kinsmen lost on his smeared path The mammal of the growth appeared, The night was death, The creature with a wing out of his middle Sapphire mucus on his breath, The eyes were needles in the flesh
He Spoke: Consult the whisper when you lie your head Before my mighty King, who's coming. Prepare a feast for him and strip Your face off of the skin. He wants to grace into your meat Your loud songs of end will feed him