the cobwebs, warm

the space, frigid

my lair, king

i grin to the surfs

into the exhausted ethrelness

into the pit with the misunderstood

he hates, it's ok

my unfaltering smile

scepter or serpent i can no longer tell

he callows in the darkness

i'll deal with him another day

the pit, it opens

and swallows

i'm consumed by the lizardlike hole.

your scepter is of no use here weep the multitude.