I bid thee welcome,
As you’re now within
Nepanthe’s misty, dim,
And shadowed realm.
Your ears may feel they’re
Under assault but, in truth,
That ambient cacophony
Is how our souls we
Clean, free and bless,
Oh yes!
It’s not to cause thee
Fresh distress,
Nor a dram of weary care.
Rest here, self-repair,
Partake of meats and sweets
Which we’ve prepared
To offer humbly up to thee,
Whilst ye linger ‘neath the
Aegis of Nepenthe’s
Dark redoubt, with its
Roots in long lost mines,
And also deep beneath
Her armoured breasts,
Doubly deadly and
Stitched with inks
Incarnadine.…
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