-Birth-
They have no cue
They are swift, narrow, sharp
And by dusk swifter, narrower, sharper
At dusk when the silent scream
They are
Enthrallment/s
Pause
They come in waves, thrown from
the very core of your existence
They amaze
They trap
I compel
-Retribution-
They creep over
They fasten the fangs
They creep over
Swift
Narrow
Sharp/
ening
My bone marrow
Pause
Do you compel?
-Dusk-
You are gone
You will perish
You will end
You are
Beheaded
Godspeed you,
Entharllment/s