Underneath,

lay wait wounded horror ferociously beat,

surged with that a spirit yet clenching sense of complete,

soaking below consistent pique,

wailing skies bear slate limbs drippingly seethe,

fear, I sing, once probable feat,

charred on its' coarsely timed fleet,

swindle wrist divulging archaeon beads,

strix reticent beak,

all warrant such is weep,

cadence rivals me weak.