Lithopaedic

A'lazalalel
A'lazalalel

Deep in the roots that split the earth
In the husks of the knowers of oaks
The slagmirror tolls
Naught more than glass, stronger than steel
Reaching through the murk, at the portal’s call

Show me the greater servitude
Show me what it means to kneel

There is another, seen once long ago
Reflected back to me, the self of another world
Knight of erebus, frantic and feral
Woeful and withering, my perpetual servitor

Cornered by the jackal
‘Tween my own devil and their sea
They whisper to me
Through gnashing teeth
Run by my side

Show me the greater servitude
Show me what it means to kneel
To supplicate before her
Blind from the light she exudes

An egg from beyond the pall
Bequeathed by the godhead
In that which was given
I’ve made my home
Shielded from growth
Vigor sapped by her breath

A poison so swift
New muscle and sinew splitting flesh and breaking bone
Impossible twisting of my vertebrae
Pulsing contortions of my body
Setting and reshaping into my serpentine form
The time will come to emerge
Weighed down by the crushing burden of knowledge no more

Three times will be the warning
Three times will be the waking
Three times will be the suffering
So intonated a'lazalalel