The Manticore and Other Horrors

I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dis

Forlornucopial the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom that once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothed me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it's true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the he