turning again and again 
while the music of the end

creeps into the moment 
where the volume is high

where the light glistens and
illuminates the horror

of the certain end
at the bottom of the

pool where the snakes
have established dominion

and learned to drink the 
putrid blood of the drowned

where no guards are present
where no lives may be saved

where a past shall be worshipped
and an ugly future clad beyond clear

shall shine no mirrors 
leading any where

save the faint reflections 
of the waning moon 

beams cast in fear