The Hyperborean Mythos The Irony of the Taxidermist (And the Lilith and the Birdman)

The Hyperborean Mythos The Irony of the Taxidermist (And the Lilith and the Birdman)

Lilith: she-devil! To understand the story you are about to read, which in essence, is the small part of this sketch or prelude, you must understand the background; thus, be patient with this writer, and we'll get to the gory stuff momentarily. (January 8, 57 A.D.) With the breath of perdition-Lilith, gaunt winged and with a cragged back, and austere frothing from her lips, beheld her doom, her veils of foaming fury, ere, to be scant, from this day on, she was lashed with ropes, senseless she lay where the archangel put her, as she dimly was heard shrilling as of an unknown bird, as the folk of London looked on, as did the Roman soldiers, intently, as well as the children that stood by, witnessed in merriment in the aspect of the she-devil whose garments were draggled and stiff and stained with dry mud, and blood, from the fight, became restrained.