HECTOR
King's warrior-son stands
Before Achille's mad rage
Taste the primal fear
ACH' LADDIE, THERE'S A WOLF PROWLIN' Tha' MOORS
March moon hanging bright
Buttery burnt corn muffin
The sky's cyclop's eye
INCENSED
Golden thurible
Dense prayers framing
the Spirit
A breath to Heaven
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