Emmanuel the umbrous lion crawls
‘Twixt filth and brush and charring inky skies
Rippling like the sea of men, with all
Brute and fire the vassal of the mind
The temptress of the shadow often bids
Embrace so cold scars shan’t just be repressed
But senses drawn in vials out from skin
So skin can drop its vie and fall to rest
But not his pelt is that he lets decay
In temptress dance and corner-forfeit songs
So let no muscle ever stop in sway
Gracing woven thorns a thought of moral wrongs
So long shall eyes be shut and bones be chewed
He’ll smear my name with blood he won for you