here Devils all cry, it was not unlike staring at a king’s fire foaming, desperate tricks, mad fevers, not a soul felt

whether a day’s trend signifies hell, plenty of features cover the swan’s wings, but pitchforks are of smooth Vanadium



destined to serve, it will then serve destiny, earn conception inconsequential slave, free to extinguish, free to ignite

every possible leaf, breath, or stone, it factors a wasteful excessive task, issues its core in a desperate effort to nestle



dimming in the cave hall, a no account angel leaves by torch flicker, twitching ears, tracking blood, there is a fuel

which is harsh black anxiety high-strung coal made trans-lucid, and will burn and leave no trace once it mates



alert in the darkest moment, it was simple ancient criteria, easy renewal, meaning’s burden, your decorated time

ceases to struggle for attention, smoke implies the flame, but you cannot burn and at the same time remain



hark, how man’s assignments ring

glory to one thing among things

pieces of worth in the merciless wild

god and cinders reconciled