Holsapple
Eluding the dragon
Holsapple,
Master of bound visions
hibernated below
a great castle.
For eighty days,
Chilling their nights,
He dreamt.
Fierce battles,
in hazy places.
Die hard combats,
The flaming races.
Underneath a dark
wide ranging castle,
Conceived Holsapple,
Fused figments,
and ghastly nightmares.
Some,
Exciting shivers
in his icy lifeless body.
Some, vicious.
Showing a like of
Satan erasing Amram.
Some,
Revealing his armies,
The fine prince,
Routed and beaten.
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