The Brassy Blood
Apr 8th, 2010 by profadamworth in 100 Words
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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 lieOut 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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