The Serpent's Land Of Sorrow

Two sticks withstand thy snow and land

Buried sleet inside a plateau

The struggles, only to find no hand

An entrapped bird was bound in snow

Flying after nothing in the air that's free

Sets of  flightless arms not in flight

Losing all sanity in the midst of sea

I've grown too old to seek the light

Fly, I fly lower as I shook my head

Into the forests of gnomes and knives

Piled with forks and dogs to be fed

They smiled, as he was counting lives

A bow and arrow hung on the tree

A tree that carried the dogs' one leash 

The one supported by the serpent's feet

The tree that turned from sun to disease

The roots that grew from broken seeds

Clot in the arteries of the poison stem

And the leaves once green now deceased

I stared at the serpent as he condemned

Burn down the fields of ice and snow

Bury the serpent from his feet below

The leash of the dog left the gnomes in woe

The land of sorrow continued to grow