Sallow grass crunches underneath my bare feet
Orange clouds beach themselves on a livid canopy
Tracing the sky with beckoning fingers
In a basin I witnessed the fate of all that was to be
Carpet knights unsheathed and laden with filth
Writhing in the lips of pathos they surged
Suffocating and strangling and gasping for air
This an aphrodisia's vicious circle was the heart
Mouth
Engine of a beast so tremendous that my
own
feet
Touched the putrid permutations of it's rough follicles
The beast's breath blew warm sulfurous sickness over itself
A
pallor
came over me, their terminal passion did not abate
Sick, it rumbled and heaved throes of pain
Like a man struck with
infection, swelling with unlanced poison
Running deep in its
veins
I was witnessed the death of this great beast, terrible and
beautiful
The
golden pelt of a lion shred from its owner only to be thrown in the
moat
Of
human minds
I woke....
the sound of birds
singing in
their sleep.