Friday, June 12, 2009

Ixtab: Goddess of ropes and snares.

The hunt went poorly.
Ab and Ben fought over the heart.

But Ixtab, could she be appeased?
With rope or fire?
With human heart, blessed by Exsama, of early mists?
Are we caught in the webs of Exjade, like morning dew?
Or Ah Zhez, Master of cold?

Will you release me on Albertan soil?
Like Exjunchan, The Dangerous One.

I will be

The Destroyer.

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