All's Sans Daylight on the Exterminationist Frontier

O’er Eyre Doth Gallus Speak
What uncouth barbarians yet tremble to behold.
Sucheth destroyers art thou crones and maidens
Of wistful gentlemen’s designs.
For man that dos’t regard the spectre of dreams mirror
As bodied o’er reason and intellect entwined
Is troubled not by that his dreams bespoilt.
Horror great and witness’d as murder
Missives which dispel what vision he holdeth in highest regard
What regard
His desire having let to rule
Without a matter to human flames
Which spectre dos’t extinguish.

0 thoughts on “All's Sans Daylight on the Exterminationist Frontier

  1. Cute picture, but it’s not Shakespeare, it’s Thomas Overbury. The Cobbe portrait was a nine days’ wonder, before real scholars tore it apart.

  2. Apologies muchly, but all what commentary here to be approved must be spoke’d in shakespearian fakery. ‘Tis pity too, for comments are most clever, ill wrought tho they be.

    1. But soft, what genius through yonder interweb breaks?
      It is the west, and GallusMag is the moon.
      Arise, fair moon, and outshine the genderist sun,
      Who is already waxing with arrogant jealousy
      That thou, a maid, art far more bright and fair than he.

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