Uphilll,
Crowning the way
A festering corpse,
Towering through clouds
And murders,
A brand in our land,
Here,
The Carrion Lord lies,
Roots and seeds are his bed,
Empty bones,
Graves undone,
Waste and demise,
Godless,
He lies a sleeping death,
A wonder for those
Who breath and laugh,
A cry of despair
In a whisper that barely,
Just barely,
Escapes through my lips.
