The Call of the Owl, Part One

The Call of the Owl, Part One

Suffocated intonations harken hardship forged by most foul

shadowcaster, Saturn-dastard, breaching astral conduct charter.

Workshop wonders waylaid anew; Retrieve my sword and don dark cowl.

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Redskin ramparts swelling steady, never trust a devil’s barter.

Luna signals, “turn and behold!”Resplendent grove, boon of grave souls.

Stirring stragglers menace malice, once more saved by wiseman martyr ♱

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Moving mountains, quizzing cloudscapes, diving deepest, jazzing on coals;

Tenacity tempts youth to truth, ‘til limits scored by cavern’s tale.

Crestfallen foothills sing merry, “abandon ye, all foolish goals!”

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Stars scream indignantly, “witness it all past the shimmering veil!”

- briefest ascension, ere notification of stomach’s trite growl.

mystics of yore adore your awe; ear to heaven for clear regale.

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Sol’s gold gleams stir slack dreams, yet heart yearns true for the call of the owl.

Fateblown Djinn, angel of awe, specter’s reproach, a sphinx on the prowl;

Halcyon heart heralds hope as I stow my sword and shed this dark cowl.

“We want a big sandwich, my lord!”

-wish penned by supplicant bowel