A voice emanates through the back of my mind.
Thy song, doth drag the soul of mine,
Through the confines of Hades; Rejuvenating this dead soul from the hellish fires of the devil.
Amun Ra shalt bow before thy Melody,
As would all who hear it; Night herself
Rages against Day to glimpse at thy performance;
The leaves do rustle in deep desire of encore.
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Poèmes du coeur de la bête (Poems from the heart of the beast)
PoetrySome of the greatest of the poetic works of the most mysterious Sir Gortus Queue. From a touching poem that reaches to the deepest depths of a man's yearning for his lady, to the pain of loss, with the eventual doom of the poet in the Thames, he is...
