Meridians - Dirge

Meridians cross the sphere

Razorhands slowly bore

Circles after circles

Reach the heart, grip the core

Crimson nails scrape the rust

Of a dying sun turning pale

Scarlet eyes, pouring ashes

Like lava in the veins of hell

This world deserved better

Than this skyless ground

Of reptile flowers

And sleepwalking hounds

This world deserved far better

Than this endless flood

Of centipedes soldiers

And octopus gods

I’ll redescend along meridians

Like the moon dives in oceans

For I have known days have passed

I’ll be gone in a quicksand-smile

My pale sun deserves

One last time… to burn