Chamber of mourning lusts his cries
A soldier’s fortune, upon angel’s lies
Lost reward in the serpant’s glow
Dusk of deliverance, where humans grow
Gazing pyramid reflects his eyes
Rows of particles distort the skies
A creature willing, her scales flowing
She taunts and whispers upon his going
She says “do not your will” a constant doubt
“Fall through my angles and stumble about.
If you learn to ignore my shriek
I’ll be back again when your feeling weak.”
