Bring out your dead, denizens of Nhorndoth
Fill the carts and pits of Gehenna.

Censer smoke writhes the serpentine dance,
Zenithward rising with perfumery of kilns.
Bones attest the once sweet flesh,
Whilst women wail over babes devoured.

Even yet the sceptre swings wet.
And the Dead
Outnumber
The Living

James William Hjort 4/1/98

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