The Brassy Blood

Apr 8th, 2010 by profadamworth in 100 Words

The following is a warning to all those who get bad mileage:

Out on the ocean, liquid misery
Kingdom of whale lords
Kingdom of spite
Beyond all freedom, right or knowing
Beyond all but winter, arrested night,
There is a bulwark of rock and metal
A stock of madness between sea and sky
That pillars the halls of mighty morning
That clothes the dry emperors in their lie

Out on the ocean, the laughter is growing
It dances on coastlines
It lingers in mists
The coal-hearted kobold has waited and waited
But soon will collect the blood payments we’ve missed
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