Dragon

On the washed green canvas
Nature draws a chart
Withering is erased
As wet desire doth
The meadow-picking maiden
Sloping down so steep
To the very border
Where the cabins sleep
Embracing a burden
A mystery to keep
Why if mire is septic
Water runs so deep
A sheepherder
The wastewater
Torn by thunder
The wet shepherds are guarded
Their collars are powdered
But they carry all treasures
To waterside
For the heavens are sealed
Thou is the hero
Before the heart of death
Revolt
Every rabbit touches sand
On the noose is David's crown
In the sump severed throats
So we can drownDeath from below
Death from below
Churning currents
Turn and roil
Hellish divers
In turmoil
Nauseous fumes
Propagate
Fleas on water
Stagflecken
Holy water
To the core
Countless corpses
Drip ashore