Serpent’s Smoke And Coldblood

Your cry-laughters have always been my prod tag

Our ancestral beats cooked beef through incantation

Of a lyndwyrm with wings of a toadstooled mutation 

Because we ain’t tryna bloom halfway and lag

Its blood runs hot like dragonglass and crimson slag

A cosmic leviathan with some mucky causation 

That wades through the mud and fungal stagnation

Knowing the breath of its life had us in our bag

Skyfather embrace our arms til psychosis

Resembling serpent’s smoke and coldblood

Illuminating your limelight into dragonflame

Bisque-firing and mourning its diagnosis

Having glazed my claymore into cerulean mud

I stabbed its warped tongue while it spat your name 

© Niklen 9/4/26