Stone to Wake a Serpent
Isis
We four
Bound by blood
Standing in the
Crossroads
On the underside of the Earth
Waiting our turn
Here we see, coiled serpent
Black and baking in the sun
Stone is flung, serpent wakens
Arrow of poison pierces our hearts
Teeth sink into tender flesh
Lightning strikes, too fast to see
We seek succor for the stricken
Pleas met with spiteful laughs
Slow advance not to
Stir the poison
Its course fast
And merciless
Merciless
Merciless
In vast halls, buried
In hurried hordes
No help found here
Only dreadful tears