The Evil Story

Them a story wrought for high world and peace
Story of old, that the world burned in sacrifice,
He said as we listened, then a story well knit:
Out of ash and fire, creatures climbed, of purpose
They of certain belief smiled, and caught a paradise;
For brief moment, the old man said as we have belief
Deep eyes, died out red and of pure yellow coal
Does a shadow arise and transform forth the servant
Of ghastly love into dark distance, I see emerge the tall lie
We all came not for, the long tentacles ‘round our throats.

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