Words - sledgehammers rain down upon his helm Prayers inculcate the eyes with greater sight Gave himself to the void - the serpent's gaze Left his back to the smoke of dying lands Words, twisted, dire One burns in effigy Words graven endlessly On the throne of everything My scribe still waits for me Now the wyrm tightens down upon its stem Staid inscriptions aglow from flaming pyre Words saturnine drip down its slavered mouth Pooling foul at the feet of the wizened ones