A GHOUL'S CURSE

The ghoul king mounts his throne of asps

And booms a curse to rend poor doves.

His troops pound steeds; their lava eyes flare

nine red manes haul wan hearts from bliss

iron binds gored bones to fangs and spikes.

As chains whip fire light weeps steel grey

a pious word soars; the wraith skulls jeer

their nails belch fumes; God's work is dross.

GARDEN OF MAGIC

A holy dart sears the nymph queen's brow

Trance wings its kiss; light gilds her womb

to bear Christ's root of grace for souls.

An angel babe soars; crowns drift in air

and seal His reign that mystic birds crave.

As magic woods twirl a cherub host plays

Three old priests bless their Lord with chants

Glass fonts brim scent; buds form high robes.

SACRED FLAME

As devils howl spells blades gore the moon

Claws seize her gems of opal and pearl.

A white tower quakes; its gold domes smash

the grand sage rots in acid blood seas.

His noble brow streams rose light and oil

horns blare on peaks where fire birds nest.

That prince of flames smites earth with love

an ochre pit roars; beasts plunge to doom.

Blue eagles fan mist on the lord's bones

A pure heart soars; grace bids death flee.