Constantines Tiger & Crane
Vanity, vied and templars took measure, miming tiger and
crane. Chiseled out a heathen contender, vilified from
heel to mane. Gun the engines, droll militiamen blade to
blade, tongue to tongue, run! Kith and kin with shielded
skin, bent into the pyre, will not surrender to the din
of the old and blood choir. Pirate or prince, bangle or
sod, we spread the finer linens for warriors and doglike
gods.
