The horizon spills it's life across vast firmamental tapastry,
In torrents of rose ambrosia, giving birth,
to a God's momentous fall
Osiris descends Under Set's tooth and claw,
Banished by pestil to pandemic mortar.
Perforating the darkness in his death,
he tears great swathes in its velvet mantle
so that in memory of the great days war
may be the shards of the maimed one
adourning the epoch of obscurity.
Searing like embers upon this eternal cloak
so that by the hour of a day's time split,
flecks of tribute may burn the frayed fabric
so dawn may be conceived.
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