Scribe to the Forsaken Mother
The Serpent Inquisitor
Airing art tranquil bells
Stand, turn, gaze upon oceans adrift
Within, uplifted to the breast of the sphinx
The mediation of day to nightfall
Casts a crimson phenomenate
Unrest, broke stirrings
Of whose death agonized from extinction
A transition to nature
Nor even the dead at peace
Poetic words of shrouds and hearts
Riding fantastic deities
As was truth afar from saviourists teachings
Thee god-spoken
Will fall prey
To the mothering figurehead
A transition to nature