Aftermath

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Bells of Armageddon toll,
blowing to chaos
the symbols bulwarked against disorder.
Mages and acolytes look up, stunned by a new revelation.
Arrhytmic clangors and the shouts of loosed harpies
fill the close-packed air with their shapnel,
flaying to the marrow any and all who must pass.

All must pass.  Or fail.

Before English.