[this went in a weird direction, sorry! I sure hope Academia is like...the concept, and not a show actually about academics studying dragons, or like...dragon academics]
I heard once, from those who claimed to know better, that people in medieval manuscripts pointing were sarcastic judgments of former scribes, judgments of masters long-dead for leaving out lines, making spelling mistakes, and the like; I always got mad at this notion; be cautious of prescribing modern beliefs to the ancients, I'd said, and they'd rolled their eyes because I was but a mere woman, what did I know that could compare to the great, male inheritance of Jove?
But I saw the patterns they missed; the elucidations that left out greater truths, the letters a,l,e,t,h, and i absconded from various texts, taken from potent words to offer you glory; cut for tribute that, reassembled, resembled nothing so much as an endless spiral of words, of letters, formed into scales, sacrificed into a mouth that breathed the fires that once forged humanity.
Oh darling, horrible Goddess, judge not them too harshly those who mock the loyal servants who procured your scales; when you cleanse this world in fire, let us dissolve in your firey breath, let our ashes coat your truth-bearing glory as we rise, ever upward, pointing toward a truth no blind jovian gaze can hide.
an attempt at something lovecraftian
I heard once, from those who claimed to know better, that people in medieval manuscripts pointing were sarcastic judgments of former scribes, judgments of masters long-dead for leaving out lines, making spelling mistakes, and the like; I always got mad at this notion; be cautious of prescribing modern beliefs to the ancients, I'd said, and they'd rolled their eyes because I was but a mere woman, what did I know that could compare to the great, male inheritance of Jove?
But I saw the patterns they missed; the elucidations that left out greater truths, the letters a,l,e,t,h, and i absconded from various texts, taken from potent words to offer you glory; cut for tribute that, reassembled, resembled nothing so much as an endless spiral of words, of letters, formed into scales, sacrificed into a mouth that breathed the fires that once forged humanity.
Oh darling, horrible Goddess, judge not them too harshly those who mock the loyal servants who procured your scales; when you cleanse this world in fire, let us dissolve in your firey breath, let our ashes coat your truth-bearing glory as we rise, ever upward, pointing toward a truth no blind jovian gaze can hide.