Calamity Crawl

The silence spoke to me, coiled in the debris of my freedom

With a withered tongue reborn from the lair of the serpent

A tale of tablets of treachery nested deep in skeletal cavities

And rivers of wisdom filled to the brim with a crimson flow

Cursed to the flesh, still shackled to weakened strings of skin

I went through a reversal of principles!

Written in crimson - the elixiration of suffering

Written in emerald - the consumption of suns

Written in black - the putrefaction of spines

An ancient scripture on a ruined altar