Ἄποφις II

The wreckage of the god-ship lies

On Bakhu’s shores for clever eyes

With reforged fragments of the arc

The architects, athwart the dark

The Great Cat dead—Set is slain

The Serpent twines about The Skein

Holo crumbles—the pillars crack

Warship moves—His demense to sack

The Eater of Souls can never die

But shackled shall eternal lie

Beneath the timbers of their barge

His writhing coils, stair and targe.

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