The Lord of Xiccarph

Ron Shiflet

Exotic Xiccarph's pale, decrescent moons
Illuminate night's grotesque give and take
Of life and death, of pasture and lake
And of the desert's ever shifting dunes.
Unquestioned domain of ageless Maal Dweb
Who jealously rules this splendid jewel.
Plagued by ennui he can be cruel,
An arachnid ever spinning his web.

Sentinels silent, metallic and cold
Pass near the figures of maidens, now stone.
Outside in a maze, are ensnared the bold,
Incautious of him they sought to dethrone.
The all-seeing mage is ruler supreme,
At peace in his world of madness and dream.

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