Jackalopes
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Concluida dom, nov 17, 20197h 30m
Where's the way the shades are walking?
Where's the feet that crushed the cleavestones?
Are you asking
What's that thunder
Rolling in the caves and caverns?
I am urged, yes forced to tell you
Of the rivers and the grottos
Of the fierce-proud jackalopes
They are in the deep of cosmos
Under borderworld Xibalba
They are skull-flames in the darkness
Lighters of the smoke and builders
Of the pylons and the great roads
That leads from here into hereafter
By the shores of river Lethe
In the mountains, near the forest
Betwixt the dream cave and the danger
Of the deep-steep walls of fire
In the house of shades and ladies
Horns of fire, ears of heart-smoke
Steps held windward, will-hearts flaring
Teeth to cut the ancient demons
The sound of thunder all beneath us
Is the stomping of their laughter
Rebounding from shaman to scrivener
Of the fierce-proud jackalopes
Hear me sing the song of legends
And the hope of the departed
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