Culminations I: Arboretum Akkxas Asczaxcia

Shackled was he who tore from his Origins a Piece of himself; wanton be was it as he cast it into the Furnace of Lyre, whicherto negrelled seemly the Last Penance of The Vials; filling with Greed and Avarice and War; Thunder And Lightning Would Follow as the Sun has Set and Lowered on Athens; and Surged and Risen on Thebes.

Wheb’oer would Hellas and Jörmss Rise and Shine, for The Augur Of The Ages and His Pestilence would Wake and Quake the World, and then the Aosiei were born; perverse Origin Maketh Way for the Warring Way Of The God Of Man- Wåœrthéołg- The Rites Of The Supreme King- Serf or Savant alike would thereIn find themselves at odds with their Rhythm, as Ghostial and Paranomal Praxis would unite Father and Daughter fully and once more, thoughein no longer in chains, but in arms, in love, and again in fury; the prior experiences then humbleth and hasteth, the hatred of a Forgotten Man and Helpless Bender and Warper would then Mark the Spot for the Dangers Of The Cold. It would be fearless then; it would be fearful then, and then the Stillness would Senescence, and The Wanes and Canes would Ache No More; as Strength and Weakness collide in Supremacy both Ways in All Nays and Says and Crays for Forest Be To The Wind.