This ends Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.
Ulanger then stopped his raping of that blistered cord
and with a joyous laugh saw Man yield his power to the reptile folk
His days alone inside his rocky tomb were not uneventful
he crafted recycling agents for his health and enjoyment
and forged a suit of glittering armor
and discovered his dance with sword and soul
and mastered his weaving of the golden thread
leading to a host of new discoveries
no boundary halts the soul
no metal or element may prohibit the tracing of threads
any stone or word or person may inherit one's power
yet only control of the soul is necessary to implement the spells
From this and wisdom a seed was sowed
to spring a belief or system to be called Necoism
that evil and good are but labels
placed by judgmental wills striving for manipulation
This was the first wrung for his religion
and the second was not far from discovery
As age turned to age and the cork grew lumpéd and pussed
Ulanger from his lofty perch viewed the universe wrap itself into a single clump
and to survive this point Ulangar spun a gigantic tapestry
to throw his Volx into a niche in Universe
a pocket dimension protected from the woes of
the monstrous vortexes consuming everything
In the safety of his lair
Ulangar saw with magic aided vision
his universe eat its own tail
and his eyes of godly magic swelled with memory''
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