Impregnable gloom
Decomposer
Consume
Let decay
What remains
Of my chance to exhume
Nature's progeny,
Property
No more befit to rule
Creature
Is stopping me
For I write words
Ironclad in their peace
And reverberate
Deep
In the despot’s defeat
In humility
Strode
An ulterior road
All the while
Reside
In the doesn’t
Well bode
Just a toad
Having tasted
The princess’ bliss
When I tongued
The abyss
And I heard
A most visual
Serpent god’s
Hiss