Book dragon teachers speaking through covers, star-crossed lawyers and martyrs and lovers
Pining and preaching, golden robes a’teaching, never finer or fatter a calf
The young on the altar, the consecrated faulter, the sins of the elder now half
Yes, yes a burning! a ring ‘round the raque, the King’s Justice written on fore and on back
A beast for the whipping, and whipping to proffer, a rung up the ladder, too tempting an offer
Morals of pain and inward turned guilt, mighty machinations our priestly have built
Bright ideas and progress we claim: thorns of a crown we’re never to dane
Fixed by force and terse the taffy, the gum that bull will make
Weather the rough and ride the tide as devil of man we make