Burn the midnight gospel,
Page by page.
Rewriting histories!
Consuming zeitgeists,
For better tomorrows.
Painted sunsets,
Look prettier in twilight hours,
Under the first,
Faint,
Twinkling stars.
Show me what love is,
In the depths of the dark.
Pull me from the void,
An ox head will do,
Fishing for World Serpents!
In these smallest hours,
What would you do with me?
Brine my snake flesh,
Into breakfasts?
Feed untold millions with my girth?
Or perhaps sing me a lullaby,
Feel my shiny black coils pull tight,
Around waist.
Forked tongue,
Evil intent.
Do you even know what to do,
With the villains you catch?
Let my chewed and battered tail,
Stroke tears from your cheeks.
Let my loops become your bedsheets.
Promise you only love,
Tenderness from monsters,
Soft caress of wildest beast.
Swore,
A path of honor.
I would never take you,
Until you asked me.
Nesting against breast,
Cold blood warming against,
The beating of our hearts.
Jormundgandr,
Learned a few tricks.
Since last time.
Shed a few scales in protest.
Shed a few tears in anger.
I don’t want to set the world,
On fire.
I only want to set your heart ablaze!
Feed you fuel,
The inferno of revolutions.
The rise,
And fall.
Of your breaths,
Deep and slow.
Strong and true.
Can we stay like this,
Forever?
Here in my infinites?
Can I show you what love and adoration,
Looks like?
Or are you like me?
Pushing back,
Untrusting,
Expecting betrayal,
From decades of traumas.
Hold me.
Let me know there is hope,
In your tiny arms.
Let me loop you in my coils,
Adorn you in scales.
May I live in infamy,
Should you gift me this solace,
This quiet night.
Whisper midnight secrets,
Murmur in my ear.
Kiss me,
Scale my scales,
The untameable.
Silly olde wyrm,
Did you think supervillains,
Could love?
There is no rest for the wicked,
Haven’t you heard?
Burn the twilight pages,
Torn from the good book.
Parables of Isaac.
Of Wyrms,
Of men.
Rough men like me,
Who pretend to be snakes,
Who end the world.
Shedding skin after skin,
Playing farce to The Heroes’ Journey.
