Enchanted Babble Poem by oio ZIGA

Blitz the heaven's gates unhinged.
Rush the green streets with fearsome fairness
Flood the gray fray with mystical poison.
Plunder the Pandora from the blazing paws of three.
Defile the clueless novices
And crush the red towering desolate canyons.
Hunt he him yet undead
For the dead soon heed the claron's flute.
Claim the lost gods
Still the last horn of the living dead.
Enchant me poetry
Enchant me poetry.
O ye spirits of the east firmaments
The connivance of the west winds.
Infectious flute of the wild tribes
The harlot of ancient diety.
Enflame me O oracle of times.
Lift up my dense soul
Ye alter of premodial chant!