The forest air 

floats heavy in the trees 

the ground illuminated 

by it, a gothic chandelier 

moonlight dances on the cauldron 

with contorted contents to puppeteer 

 

and so it cooks 

forms a ravenous thick fluid 

the molten river flows 

builds 

then consumes 

 

a tree is swallowed and the others begin a cry 

and then 

the whole forest  

static plays in the background 

 

hollow bones begin to tap 

then sing

 

the river transforms once more 

as a triumphant beast 

from a satanic horn 

 

it hushes soon after its born 

then it plays

and dances 

giant 

the earth turns into waves at its rhythm 

 

the gothic chandelier returns 

to see its creation 

the beast grows disturbed 

and plays the horn 

 

old bones return

and play new notes 

the beast is quiet 

and dances muted 

 

he wakes up for a second 

remembering his creator 

and blasts 

the returns 

 

the chandelier watches over 

 

with a snap 

the beast is back 

to stay painfully awake 

its beautiful terrifying swan song begins 

 

he dances to it for the last time 

in defiance of the chandelier 

 

they fight   

and clash 

three times 

 

the impacts create symphonies 

one last cry echoes 

and they combine 

into nothing