At_Last

gainst You

G.F.E. McGuiness

Monster loosed, our land devoured, Venting fire, conceit empowered,

Borne of bloody lips A natal brat's aflame,

Whipped in fatal winds of servile fawning, Fanning holocaust of mutant's spawning. Yet, Another vital child of fire seethes From newly vented lungs. It breathes The stench of deadened ground

Choked of deadened leaves, Tinder spawned of evil deeds.

Therein is our hope, I pray, A seer of breadth of fire our way Scoffing vile dragon mother's flesh Enmeshed in kindling Of our very essence dwindling.

You! Who feigning peace yet would enslave, Instilled my thoughts and dreams with rage. Muse, entrapped, in Zeus's hammer,

Lost, alone, in screams at night, Staggered by this gavel's weight, Wakened late but fit for fight Metal bent, I crush the gate.

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