hirsute troupe

annexed the city

with vast machines

powered by pity

a circus empire

draped in meat

exhausted our rivers

sullied the streets

solemn golems

chanting in tandem

majority drunk

haunted by phantoms

they levelled our temples

with molten boats

ate our wings

devoured our throats

pallid creatures

illegitimate bosses

constructed churches

erected crosses

outlawed song

save for themselves

by crimson horizon

they eventually fell