Toll the Hounds
Dramatis Personae Prologue
Vow to the Sun
Chapter 1 Chapter 2
Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Cold-Eyed Virtues
Chapter 7 Chapter 8
Chapter 9 Chapter 10
Chapter 11 Chapter 12
To Die in the Now
Chapter 13 Chapter 14
Chapter 15 Chapter 16
Chapter 17 Chapter 18
Toll the Hounds
Chapter 19 Chapter 20
Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Chapter 23 Chapter 24
Epilogue Pagination

You would call us weak?
Fear talks out of the side of the mouth
Each item in your list is an attack
That turns its stab upon yourself
Displaying the bright terrors
That flaw the potential for wonder

You drone out your argument
As if stating naught but what is obvious
And so it is but not in the way you think
The pathos revealed is your paucity
Of wisdom disguised as plain speak
From your tower of reason

As if muscle alone bespoke strength
As if height measures the girth of will
As if the begotten snips thorns from the rose
As if the hearthfire cannot devour a forest
As if courage flows out lost monthly
In wasted streams of dead blood

Who is this to utter such doubt?
Priest of a cult false in its division
I was there on the day the mob awoke
Storming the temple of quailing half-men
You stood gape-jawed behind them
As your teachings were proved wrong

Shrink back from true anger
Flee if you can this burgeoning strength
The shape of the rage against your postulated
Justifications is my soldier's discipline
Sure in execution and singular in purpose
Setting your head atop the spike

Last Day of the Man Sect
Sevelenatha of Genabaris
(Cited in 'Treatise on Untenable Philosophies
Among Cults'
Genorthu Stulk)

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