I saw the Spine in its sanguine glory

From eyes that were not my own



I writhe in an agony I do not understand

For crimes I did not commit

A thousand voices beg for a savior I cannot be

From a place that could not be



The air chokes and occludes with terrible malign purpose

Cyclopean monoliths dominate the horizon as the ground screams and tears



Fell vistas make themselves known

And I cry out for the guardians that were never there

I mourn the sanctuary that never was

And the covenant that could not be.