The muse has appeared
In the fibers of the mind
Fragmented like parchment
Aged in long-forgotten jars.
Beckoning, it calls;
The androgynous voice
Confuses the senses
And ravages the mind.
What horror awaits you
Who are entitled like nobles
Awaiting their serf-driven demise.
Death is only the beginning.
Cocks and hens have mingled,
Roosting their little chicks
Who have just begun to hatch;
With each birth, death becomes you.