Part Two

Find the truce

Conquest with no means to fail

Just pass the precipice

passing the sickle

feel the cave start to bleed

In it's course of happenstance

It's quite alive

Permafrost, sleet floe consonance

Just pass the precipice

passing the sickle

feel the cave start to bleed

Lung collapsing exhale before the leap

echoing voices

disparaging

Assonance of faces

Alarming

Pacing through the sharpness

Exposing horror in thy eyes

Falling from the darkness

Smothered by blood-loving parasites

Their touch is gold

Ripping billions of paths that scream with me and blood

They eat through it all until motionless is met with decay