Hibernation

The cave’s black top clamors me forth

With its wistful pattern reaching my ears

Through lauding whispers pointing due north

Subjecting my soul to haughty leers

 

What it tells is of nothing I have not known

For in this cavern I was raised, it is my birth

Every ridge and crack has been well sewn

With my brittle hands, my body’s worth

 

So I beseech you, dearest, do not hold back

In your campaign to remain ahead of my intent

And if your estimation of my wit be in lack

Check your premises, for mine are not bent

 

And as you lay waste to much we did fasten

I will unlock the wrath I have in possession

An arch of destruction, me, faceless assassin

And all that was us will be locked in recession

 

Once the floodgates are open, you may be lost

For I will assume a most hideous identity

But do not worry, I remain under such frost

And what spirit remains hasn’t any shreds of obscenity