Gold-Finding Hen, Kiss-Finding Whore

Despairing delirious beseechment

Delirious life drained from the Adept

Despairing delirious beseechment

Staring sightlessly at the swamp...

Staring sightlessly at the swamp
Gobbling down the mud
The only sustenance

Yet the query remain untouched
In the exquisite silence of the swamp

Despairing delirious

There were plenty of days coming
When the Adept could have abandoned the Ritual
Yet the Adept chose to fall in love with the swamp

Gold-finding Hen
Shits the stones of all creation
Kiss-finding Whore
Her bones are dancing now

The swamp mud cradled Adept's body
It edged closer and closer to it
Body and life were devoured
In the exquisite silence of the swamp

Whom now will it beguile?
Into breaking the exquisite silence of the swamp?

Gold-finding Hen
Kiss-finding Whore
The exquisite silence
Silence of the
Swamp