PoemPermanent catalogue Work

Empire

1textual state3Characters
Category
Darker Moods
SectionNo Known Drafts

Opening lines

Trumpets triumph in red disaster,White skulls litter the broken sod,And we who rode for the one Black MasterHowl at the iron gates of God.

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