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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