Tale of the Byzantine Ancient

South of the poles, north of the lights
East of the oceans, and the occidental breeze
the Grendelline beasts plot roast pigs and feasts,
waiting for our luscious skins to blush,
that they might devour our sensitive mush.
Setting a plank for us is the devil himself
to trip up the divine and vault over the wall
of the Byzantine Ancient, outside of the sphere
while we guards don insouciance sans fear
fashion shades to blot out the Bright
ignoring the lamp of the Most High God
and scattering our souls into cold, fleeting night.


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