Dread piercer of the rent waste
the prick of a thousand needles
pulsing the blinding flashes of desire
and of regret.
Yield and surrender.
Stiffen and burn.
To give all and all
the entirety of being
the sum of soul
again and twenty times again.
But only a thief to come and snatch away in the end.
A sacrifice laid down
but found again empty
and the knife bloody.
And when dawn comes,
the mount is no nearer.
So submit to be grim render of flesh
and dread piercer of the rent waste.