Writing by Michael Wu. Artwork by Yury Aleksanyan.
Game is candles’ ivory floor
And perturbed pains in my sick bed war
For there little life planks to go rocking
Eve I play with Death, a soulless pawning
Sick I am grown, feeble to withering grass
Tantrum clock for seizing, I writhe to shattering glass
Unmake, undo broken tendons, my unveiled heart
Whoever, wherever you are, doctor’s hand by midnight part
See that I am crippled, yet twice my horses wail
My forests, the trees are far drunken in deadman ale
My angels, good task you commit arms in hold
I take your paper souls now, for the better fold
And I make burning birds, cranes in dance
And my thousands army, a wishful advance
Let upon the witness sharp blood free
To quell the injustice that fouled me
And bring me newer peace
Ashes the shore, last gust in flee
From precipice, my firework glee
Flowers again the migrant flock rouse to sea
Spartacus, Spartacus, the feathered mattress starts to bleed