ONEIRA

KORUE IS A MIRAGE.
Distorting in kerosene fires, its likeness reflects its fugue;
having derealized to cope with decades of imperial rape.
Unfurled, Vesper’s profane wings obstruct the sun,
and its bastard child deforms in the absence of light. 
Ordained by its father, infernal king,
Ralkstad was destined to kill its own mother.

THE JUNGLE SCREAMS.
Vesper’s evil has manifested
into a new kind of mold.
Its venal spores mar every mote of soil,
gnawing, ravenously, at the very nerves of the trees.
The only way to kill it is perfect deprivation.
Hope is harbored only in self-immolation.

MARTYRDOM DEATH.
Verdant jungle denatured to monochrome desert.
Ralkstad, malnourished decays in rancid amniotic fluid.
Natives gather the corpses
to burn them further in the heart of the city.
The scalding tendrils of revolution
defile every orifice
of the Vespertine biomass,
which heaves and pops
as one cohesive mound of flesh.
Surrounding the carrion ossuary,
natives join in perfect unity of thought:

JUSTICE.
Holy, holy, holy
is this shrine to Retribution.
The first of a new religion,
sure to guide rebirth.
The king of the demons grieves his son from Vesper,
wordlessly waging a forever war
on the Korunites,
and the land and the sea and the air.