Sonnet III: The Breach of the Lexical Veil
A sudden fracture rends the velvet sky,
A jagged schism in the firmament;
Where colors never seen by mortal eye
Inaugurate a chromatic descent.
The Glossolalia—the primal tongue—
Spills forth like mercury upon the ground,
And every song the ancient bards had sung
Is swallowed by a terrifying sound.
The very stones begin to liquefy,
Dissolving into metaphors of glass,
As gravity begins to nullify
And spectral legions through the portal pass.
Vesperian raises high his burning brand,
To meet the chaos flooding o'er the land.
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