A marsh lay undisturbed for tranquil days to shelter gentle skin of diamond back awake and warm by grasping, beating rays, but chaos brews away from well worn track.
The travel cheer nears cautionary tail which quickly starts to rattle, thrash, and quake; Step back: a warning of the speedy scale developing to thunder, poised to take.
Arise pure death to strike unrivaled force with unforgiving scythe: the silver fang. Spring liquid gold to flow and run your course compelling life to fade away, to hang.
However final darkness may have seemed now atrophy consumes all hoped and dreamed.