Stone to Wake a Serpent

We four
Bound by blood

Standing in the
Crossroads

On the underside of the Earth
Waiting our turn

Here we see, coiled serpent
Black and baking in the sun

Stone is flung, serpent wakens
Arrow of poison pierces our hearts

Teeth sink into tender flesh
Lightning strikes, too fast to see
We seek succor for the stricken
Pleas met with spiteful laughs

Slow advance not to
Stir the poison
Its course fast
And merciless

Merciless
Merciless

In vast halls, buried
In hurried hordes
No help found here
Only dreadful tears