I gathered all the animals that dogged me:
The Bears, Lions and treacherous snakes,
Leading them like the piper with my reed
To the temple that lay upon the mountainside.
Books of poetry dedicated to decayed passions
Were laid to rest upon bails of hay.
I spread black fuels onto their bodies
And with shaking hands carried a shining torch
Flames rose like autumn leaves swept by grey winds
Which reached with stretched arms to the clouds
Like a wailing child to it's mother.
The sky was torn in two, all bloody and broken.
The great temple dedicated to times gone
Was erased from the mountainside.
With bared teeth and the eyes of another,
I Inhaled the smoke and grew drunk upon it