A martyr’s head, clamped by blood and ritual — inverted not in faith, but in fury And upturned column stands in stillness, bound and bloodstained. From its crossbeam, the mutilated head of a hound, gaze locked forward, dignified and unflinching.…
No gods above me, no masters on earth — crowned not by bloodline, but by readiness This dual-bodied warhound stands at heed: one set of arms cradles a modern rifle; another swings a flail. Gilded in gold and stripped of…
Stripped of freedom, chained at the throat…yet the wings remain. Blinded by the Black Sun, this vigorous beast still wears the weight of myth. Chains cinch its body, snaking through bone like restraint and consciousness both. Yet the wings are…