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Friday, October 13, 2006

The Court of the Crimson Queen


The rusted nails on coffin lids
Are shattered by the fun.
I fill my bong horizons change
the flame war has begun.
Through Dragons Mouth and
Phoenix wings,
the Zees- they quickly glean;
The threads on a recent post,
from the Court of the Crimson Queen.
The keeper of The Book of Zees
Puts shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside my mail account
with insufficient memes.
The Black King lights the flamers torch,
The Dragons mouth unclean;
To summon back the Primal Witch
To the Court of the Crimson Queen.
The gardener plants another meme
while trampling on the hour.
I chase the form of a servitor
beyond the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts her spell;
An orchestra obscene.
As slowly turns the keys to hell in the
Court of the Crimson Queen.
On Thanksgiving mornings Zeelers laugh
the wise ones share a toke;
I run to grasp divining signs
Although it's just a joke.
Contamination is diseased but
always plants the meme
and smiles as the demons feast
In the Court of the Crimson Queen.
By: Infekshun
Adapted from here:
King Crimson

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