Polis waited for the Turkish

conqueror.

And times reported of other

worse signs, and there wasn’t

any mouth that didn’t whisper

about a wise king, about the pale

seer’s prophecy of an upcoming

devastation: and it started raining

blood, seven fiery columns

sprouted out of the earth and

a flesh-less hand that waited

for them and unraveled them as

if they were made of yarn.

And fairies and demons

of the night and the underworld

charged to live along with

the people.

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