Of Virtue

How I sanctify a dear verse!

How the Munitions of the gore tremble at the chapters of nuance!

The Martyrdom of Desire leaps from the ancient spires they sit upon, crafted to keep them

“I will shout until another shouts!” their hearts proclaim to Zephyrus

A rapturous levanter roars after each man recites his verse


How I wish to be great!

The long bleak corridors quiver at the benevolence of my quickened step

There before me lies a copious pile

Greatness heaved atop of Honor and Tradition

A slither of fellows stepping slowly

Ushered by grasped air and hanged expectations

Thereupon the monument, they cry “Sanctify! Sanctify!”

Only to never lift their eyes


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