Blazing soul of ink and cinder,
terror-struck and raw
worm-ridden and aflame,
over fiery doom-sea.
Womb-crusher and siren of night
treading bloody harm on all the world.
A shock, a stab along the jagged scar.
Writhe-shouldered and pain-cradled.
Raw-mouthed and pulsing.
Deafening drums of battle
and all foes hidden.
Blind watcher and sentinel
and all the world an enemy.
No faces but those of fury
and darkened souls ablaze,
and I the flame.