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Seven years old
With my grandmother in tow
Through a late November snowstorm
I saw behind the veil: your gnarled throne

You sat alone on your isle on sun-bleached bone
A hundred miles or more from coast to coast
I shut my eyes and you were gone

Locust King, what did I see?
What did it mean?
Was it just a dream, or some prophecy?
Some ancient promise shown to me?

I've since grown old.
I cut my hair, I got this stupid job,
and so many things I've know I have forgot.

But still I see your spindling arms black out the sun.

Locust King: when you return, what will you bring?
Some strange new peace? Or malevolence?
Some eldritch army shielded beneath your winds?

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from Mid​-​Atlantic Ruins, released March 25, 2020

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