From ossuaries deep beneath the silt,The fossilized vocabularies rose;Upon the king’s command, without a guilt,They stripped the valley of its dull repose.A murmuration of morphemes took flight,Obscuring Helios in a gray eclipse,Transforming every shadow into light,And every silence into moving lips.The peasants fled the semantic monsoon,As cows were turned to concepts in the field;The very tides beneath the gibbous moonTo lexical imperatives did yield.The king laughed loud within his ivory tower,Drunk on the vintage of his verbal power.
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