Huddle now
All of us
None seen
Such a sort

Who is this

That fights
So fierce
What he found
below

It sleeps


It sleeps

It sleeps

It waits

Withunder
us
his home

In thought

And slight

His might to fight

my fear

my fear

To roam

Monsters made
of
Dark and shade
Of Crimson pillars laid

Hold his fortitude
To fight
Snarls of  waning day

Obolisk of blood filled glass
Crack and shatter so
Blood of fear
Of tidal near

Throw you to and throw

Falling now
In tempist depth
Inky pools of dire

Finds a heart
Unscrewed of vain
A brave, sunk
Now
Unmired


Remove this
Chainmale  misaligned
Misleading met of match
bold of
Of chance
And hearthen dance
To swallow  in a fire

Hardened
Resolute
Of this
his
Hell
Of circumstance
Will find he ever
Such a sort
To catch a demon's glance.