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The Gecko Temple
The king of the
Reptiles, lizard divine, A small scutling mass of its claws and its scales
It climbs up the wall of its altar sublime
While the floors are knee-deep in its broken-off tails.
It joins all its kin while the brazier below
Sputters forth its great pillars of scented perfume The room
starts to fill with the masses who show Here to worship amongst all the smoky grey plumes.
The lizards pay little, if any at all, Attention towards their sweet rapturous crowd
Though the people glance upwards with gazes enthralled
No thought of disturbing their gods is allowed.
Luscious tapestries, jewels are consumed in the fire,
All items of value sacrificed thus.
That their essences, altered, might rise even higher To service their masters, and leave only dust.
The geckoes, with passionate disinterest,
Find the pursuit of flies to be more to their taste
They see up in flames go the most and the best
And so swiftly take note, with reptilian haste.
Soon all of the goods have since perished in flame
And the satisfied hordes exeunt thus the great cave.
This ritual here has established the game Played twixt cold-blooded masters and humanoid slaves.
The lizards set forth in the summers hot night
To engage in a wild orgiastic bash In the coals, natures left here
to do as it might,
And they lay all their eggs in the valuable ash.
Miniature reptiles rise in mere days
To embark in the chase for their hungers relief.
They chow down on pests by the dawns early rays, But then vanish unseen into chambers beneath.
Insatiable hatchlings spring forth from the ground And p
roceed to devour all invertebrates. Their sphere of consumption is ranged all around
And gives farmers fair reason to all celebrate.
The crops are developed, the harvest is near,
And all thanks to lizards with big appetites. Theyll do the same
ritual year after year In the small Gecko Temple theyve found to work right.
Cthulu / Mistigris
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The Gecko Temple! Sysops: Zen Render Gecko. Joint Production by TL/Mist 1996