Opposite is your venom
Much straighter is his tongue
His bite was so much sweeter
still now coiled about me
I hold you close

The sheen upon his breastplate
the swagger of his girdle
Sun god lost returning
A man to walk upon the sands
His soles unburned as his face

How do we eat this ragged portion
Served by legions of waiters
Our gods will steal their afterlife
But Anthony frets his sword
Even as he for me comes.

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