The Taking Of Gyranx Poem by Dylan KD.

Scared to thrash around
what if my therapy should break?
Mortar lifts the brow, simpleton
your temple is your grave.

The canyon lifts the sound
angels tripping over blades
craving what's about
to be falling from the wicked lens.

Tremors, overlord!
Flee to be encased with them.
Levels of his thunder
running into barricades.

The spirals designed in the heel
amongst the angst and wither
So frozen the beginner peaks
in mantra sanctuaries.