These chains, these unforgiving pains:

They sting, their acid-covered frames

Do burn, do make my fingers cringe.

 

But unlike human binding stones,

These bound my spirit and my flesh so close

That, for a minute half of a splitting second,

The pain did away.

 

And so I sway, caught in time and space,

Midair becomes my home and ground,

Until I see him face to face:

A dark visage, death’s advocate.

 

 


 

 

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