WITH REFERENCE .
Moat monsters and glittering prizes,
Spiders castling along a battlement spine
Heralds fanfare for a false dawn.
A goldrush for cover,
Hoardes rattle in cellars.
The power of the hexagram,
Silence is consent.
Fed, and armed up to the teeth,
An ill wind stirs daybreak.
They assemble in rows like waves of darkness.
A golden fleecing for all Jasons.
Archeology among many manuscripts.
An old war horse smells blood in the stable.
The quest …