A GHOUL'S CURSE
The ghoul king mounts his throne of asps And booms a curse to rend poor doves. His troops pound steeds; their lava eyes flare nine red manes haul wan hearts from bliss iron binds gored bones to fangs and spikes. As chains whip fire light weeps steel grey a pious word soars; the wraith skulls jeer... Sign in to see full entry.