Hello city planet
Nameless king descendant
They worship the hornet
Buzzing mewling cornet
Their lives are brutish and short
As sweet as melort
They only have the sting to save them
We must reach them
It is a symptom of rot
To see worship of such creatures
The script reads like geometry
Fractured patterns under shadow grown trees
1000 oarfish washed ashore
Under sun soaked shores
And thee I abjure
And for you I open the door