Still aligned with Corvus
Muttering incessantly
Thatched roof is muffling the rape of certainty
Still mounted atop old Hircus
Feeding brittle thread through a feeble loom
Offers of the blood pact, now ungiven
Straw and Venus summers imbibed by fog
Entrenched and ensconced
Conduit has grown over
Backsliding vivification
Shrouded in banality, shrouded in death
Still mounted atop old and holy Hircus
Shrouded in banality, shrouded in Death