Ruins Path
I in shivered shadows -- coiled into sharpened mists,
weaker than malice and man -- who was the maddened dusk,
saw you of divinity -- dearling of humanity --
with hidden unholiness. And though your hallowed words
may inflame the world wound -- the world serpent thrashes --
and harvest slitted siblings -- their sight now indifferent --
find no deliv'rance in undying -- the dead always shuffle behind