What deeds afoot, this night?

For Hallowe’en…

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What deeds afoot, this night?

That breathe fumes of sulphur

‘pon the most noble of gold

Thence to tarnish even this lasting metal

 

With each letter phosphorous

An acrid acid bile, etches

Harsh pits of walnut skin

To pock mark the face of youth

 

Pustules erupt volcanic

Spreading the very spores

Of a dissonance most strident

To full offend the ears

 

Of them that still hast

 

Foul irksome wind seeps

Into the veins of the world

A leviathan corpuscle and bestial

A Gholem, to prowl the mind

 

Ill, most ill, a miasma builds

Hate and bitterness her name

Relentless and unyielding

With her chisels of barbs

 

To etch close the dearest muscle

And tools such as these

Have bent oft to turn ‘gainst spirit

Own ends and artifice, have won

 

Though now riddled with the worms

Which hast eaten the pages

Out the book of destiny

To place HER name on the throne

 

This discomfort seat doth itch

Now more than a little

A hive of bees stirs

In the world of nether

 

The desolation which she hath dispersed

Out the womb of her magnificence

Now lays waste the land

An aeonial blight, now past her fingers

 

And her name is ;

Babylon the Great, the Mother of Prostitutes and Abominations of the Earth.

Βαβυλὼν ἡ μεγάλη, ἡ μήτηρ τῶν πορνῶν καὶ τῶν βδελυγμάτων τῆς γῆς;

And she walks now amongst us.