NEMISIS MURMURS
NEMISIS MURMURS My muse is mauled; it flails in blood The green god sneers; his black fangs snarl. He whips his tail; I reel and plunge to choke in ash and boil in fire. I wail for Eden; that realm of bliss A holy horn blasts; an angel beams light. The glare bites beasts; their roar rends earth But... Sign in to see full entry.