Interregnum♀ Poem by Mary McHeaven

Hear me, born accomplice
Vanquish the afflicted
Stand for my cause
Touch my crown

Come to me
Villains of my will
Fly with inveigling angels
Embellished Freesias dying before my eyes


Hell breaks loose
Perish no more my sovereign
For the outcasts shall come into existence
And shall touch that crown

Heaven opens it's gates
Beckons the baneful apostles
From the dark chambers of the earth
From a place solemnly cursed


You slay to reign the throne
We slay to reign the throne
Embellished Freesias are now unknown
Raise the ciborium
Reign that throne


(1.30.11 13: 12: 40)