Devoid of shelter; clamoring to surface the pit,
quenching fires stoked by years of seeded vengeance,
suffocating in pain, I climbed back upon the tip
spewing curses at my involuntary penance.
The beast resisting, retreating to its heartless cage,
its strongholds breached by years of cowardice and deceit,
I viewed the carnage left by its knifelike clawing swage
amid the ruins stumbling forward on unsteady feet.
Corpses of mummified witches hacked into fragments,
stone statues of cloven beasts with arms and heads detached,
I was destroying monuments of ancient worship,
yet; still the angel child crawled on her destined path.
I viewed the Priestess, her face hideous and deformed,
layered with years of desuetude and wormy decay.
I no longer deceived by her carnal sultry chords.
I pulled my knife and venomously swore she would pay.