Reptant shapes intrude.

Winged wanderers in plumate robes of sorrow,

Intent on natures food.

My whole corpus seemed to float.

A shell of blackness curtain like in the breeze,

Cold anthems of the dead tongued my coat.

This face a crumbling frieze.

Twitched to the mocha feel,

From black arrows in the trees.

Teeth sink flesh starts to swell.

Crimson fluid drains away,

A poison wave infects my cells.

Is this death? Gone is my will.

Hell would cleave to me forever,

My hearts eternally still.