Neo-Necropolis
2008
Goodbye lunar past
welcome solar partriarchy
agriculture deflects in morass
and ire replaced hierarchy
3 golden hats of priests who fell
when sun and moon collided
in gems from Middle East I dwell
I can no longer hide it:
Illyrian darkness mesmerizes
and Skuld speaks to me in dreams
when Messapic full moon rises
I am much stronger than it seems
I ride on Skythian horses
like an Amazon of truth
sleep-wake for frailest sources
while dyscrasia steals my youth
Goodbye solar Storm and Stress
Goodnight base human race
The pale moon shines upon my excess
but as long as I keep pace
With magic beasts of burden
yearning for wishing tables
I set myself to gold-ass wording
when Im bequeathing holy fables
Mesmerize me, paralyze me
hold me tight, but do no harm
Wise scientists will analyze me
so deign me a lucky charm.
For neo-necropolis
granted asylum for Golem
burrows for the populace
flimflam– animus stolen!
