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~ LES * FLEURS * DU * MAL ~

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The dark Satanic mills cast coal black shadows
Over the once green hills and to the far away meadows
Surrounded by a forest of oak and ash sooted grey
Where Loz the Smithy beat his hammer
Over an anvil with lungs of bellowed charcoal
An eternal starless night of smouldering fires

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The forge was by a river and beneath a pillar of smoke
The blacksmith bitterly cursed the overhanging Spectre
In that land of burning sands and fiery lakes
Where fell an incessant iron hail
A land snared with tyranny and murder
Its denizens all with an ink black anxiety

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Howling with fury at the shadow of Death
Loz declared unterrified over the furnace
At the opaque fiend panting like a frightened wolf in darkness
“What cruelties behold in Nineveh!”
Then seizing a sword of war forged with a hammer of gold
And with just a twang of a bow and arrow the Spectre was slain

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Clay once again baked glowing in the furnace
Turning the Wheels of Albion’s sons
Towards Eden with gold silver brass and iron
Loud was the roll of the Starry Wheels
A dark Spectre slain instantly and decapitated by Loz’s sword
At the gates of the forge the bells of Albion resounded

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The remnants of that harsh Spectre was magically smelting
In the furnace into Diamonds Emeralds Amethyst Rubies
Enstatite Sapphire and Topaz
She now walks softly once again upon England’s meadows green
Her feet rest peacefully on golden pillars arching to the heavens
And her eyes looking up to the firmament’s starry constellations

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( for D E A R E S T who wears the ring )

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(Paintings by Anselm Kiefer)

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